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Right after Michael fell asleep, I head CREAK CREAK CREAK again. I shook him violently, and he woke back up.

"My God, what do you want now?" He whined.

"Listen!" I whispered. We didn't say anything, and sure enough, five minutos later we heard CREAK CREAK CREAK. I took out my iPhone and searched up if new floors can creak. I showed Michael it sinabi that they could.

"Get your clothes on, someone's going down tonight." We got up and threw on our clothes. Michael went over to the closet, pulled out a leather jacket, and put it on me. "In case we get madami than we bargained for, I don't want you to get cold."

"Thanks." The zip-up dyaket was so warm and comfortable. Michael slid a ligtas out from under the kama and took the key off his necklace. He unlocked it and took out a belt, and two straps. He loaded a few handguns and put a bag of madami bullets on the sinturon and one of the straps. He put a gun on each too, and then put a dagger and a longer sword on the other strap and on the belt. He fastened the sinturon around his waist and gave me the two straps.

"Use these as thigh sheaths, slide them under your palda so that you look innocent." I took them and adjusted them to me, and let my palda fall over it. He handed me three madami handguns. "Put two in the dyaket pockets, and keep one in your hand ready-to-shoot. I'll do the same. Follow me, and walk on the balls of your feet so that you don't make a sound."

"Okay, how many mga baril do we need?!?" We started down the well-lit corridor, moving cat-like. We heard a growl, and went down the stairs as we followed the increasingly loud CREAK CREAK CREAK noises. A few glass things were shattered on the floor in the foyer. The front door was open all of a sudden, and so we stalked out the door and he closed it. My puso pounded hard in my chest, almost like it wanted to get out, and tears ran down my cheeks in the nippy cold night air. It was about eleven/eleven-thirty at night, and we could see a brown object heading down the path to the amusement park. Michael hit the light switch when he opened the tool box in front of the house, and all the lights lining the paths and the amusement park flicked on. The brown object had stopped dead in its tracks, so we ran with our mga baril in hand as fast as we could to it. When we got to the fully lit amusement-park do you want to know what was there? It was a big brown bear, stunned sa pamamagitan ng the lights. Michael and I laughed.

"It was a madala this whole time... I forgot about the escaped circus bear... Found him!!! Now let's call the Animal Control to come get him." 

"You got all worked up over a madala dude! He opened the locked door because he is trained, I've seen him in the ipakita before!" I laughed. Michael picked up his phone, dialed the number, and put it on speaker.

"Yes, hello, um... We've found the bear, it was in my house and we followed it. Now it's over here at the amusement park in Neverland."

"Michael Jackson found the bear! Awesome! Okay, we'll be right over there Mr. Jackson, hold up a minute." She ecstatically said. About fifteen minutos later, a yellow van pulled up. The madala was sniffing at some bulaklak when a few people in navy blue came over to him. The madala growled and walked away. An animal control employee came up to Michael.

"Michael, I don't mean to trouble you, but the madala doesn't want to come. mga hayop fucking pag-ibig you to pieces! So can you lure the madala into the back of the van for us?" She pleaded. "Pleeeaasseee!!!"

"Okay, okay. I'll do it." Michael walked over to the madala like it was nothing, and called. "Come here Barry, come on. You have to go home, get in the back of the van for me please." And Barry the bear, as if he understood what Michael said, followed him as he went over to the open back of the van. Michael pet Barry like he was a dog, and then Barry nudged him in the chest and walked into the van. The animal control officials shut the doors behind Barry and locked it. Another employee ran up to Michael and I.

"Oh my gosh! Michael Jackson! I mean... Can I---"

"Yeah, sure." Michael took a pen out of his pocket and a little notepad. He signed his name in script, ripped it off of the pad, gave it to the girl and hugged her closely. Everyone had gotten in the van and drove off.

"How did you know what she wanted?" I asked Michael as we headed back to the house, following the multi-colored light path.

"Pretty much anyone would be thrilled to have a hug and an autograph from me, I learned that when I was seventeen." He explained as he unlocked the door and led me in.

"Oh, good point. You know, we are heavily armed and it was a bear." I said. He stopped and we glanced at each other in silence for a moment, and then we busted out in laughter.

"We were ALL serious like Jason or Mike Myers were after us!!!" He was laughing so hard tears fell out of his eyes. "Now let's go back to bed... I'm still so damn tired." 

"What are we doing tomorrow, it is Monday tomorrow." I asked him as we walked into his room and took all the weapons off of me.

"I don't know but I have to go to the litrato shoot for Vanity Fair, ask the Cosmopolitan magazine people to give the the listahan with readers questions, and then go to the charity fundraiser and smile a lot tonight. I'll be gone most of the day, but when I come back we can hang out at the fundraiser. Do you have anything on your schedule for today?"

"Wait, the fundraiser sponsored sa pamamagitan ng Dawn with the fashion ipakita and performances at the Promenade Mall?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

"I'm an actress, fashion designer, and model, so I have to make sure my mga model have their outfits for tonight for that event sa pamamagitan ng calling them in the morning, model in Klein for the susunod edition of Vanity Fair, and then the charity run-way show."

"Vanity Fair? Maybe we might run into each other!"

"Well, that would be awesome." I sinabi as we lied down and fell asleep. At eight in the morning I took my paliguan Michael took his earlier, because he sinabi being naked with me would be very dangerous. When I finished putting on my black elastic-waist romper with the Mary Janes, Michael came over and sat susunod to me when I was going to call the eight models, RIGHT as I took my phone out.

"Can I give you a French braid? I want to play with you hair while you are calling them." He asked sweetly. "I'll even leave out your bang on the side for you." He gave me those puppy-dog eyes of his.

"Okay, as long as you don't interrupt me too much."

"Yay!" He sat down behind me and pulled me backwards up into his lap. I dialed the number for the first model, Sara.

"Do you have the four outfits?"

"Yes." I called the other seven, and when I was done, my hair was in a perfect, tight braid with the one curled bang falling into my face. Michael kissed my cheek when I looked in the hand mirror he gave to me. It looked professional.

"Thank you Michael. How did you make the braid so straight without anything falling out?"

"It's a secret. Okay, bye. I've got to go now, and I'm pretty sure you do." He kissed me on the lips as we were walking into the garage. He jumped into his Ferrari and I jumped into my Volkswagen, and we both went off. I drove to the studio that Vanity Fair shot things at (Michael wasn't there, he must have been picking up the tanong and dropping the sagot from the nakaraan ones too) so I went into the studio.

Sometime through the shoot, I saw Michael at the other side of the large room taking mga litrato for the susunod magazine. The susunod Vanity Fair was going to have a few picture pages of him, because he earned the pamagat of "Sexiest Man Alive."

"Okay everyone, take ten." The photographer said. Just as he sinabi that, Michael's photographer sinabi the same. I hadn't seen him all day! He ran over to me and gave me a big hug, picking me up and squeezing me so hard that I couldn't even breathe. He eased his grip, brought me close to him, and gently kissed my lips.

"I missed you..." He kissed me again. "... don't leave me for so long again." He started to passionately halik me and rub his hands up and down my back. One of the writers from Vanity Fair came up to us just as I was getting into it.

"Hey, are you two dating or something?" Bruno said. "Because you are a revolutionary designer and he is a mega star, this would make big news." Michael put me down and looked at him.

"Bruno, do me a favor and don't tell anybody about us until I want you to. And so when I tell you that I want you to, you will be the first one to tell the world." 

"Sure, man. Can I tell the press that you do have a romantic interest, but I can keep her anonymous?" He asked.

"You know, I've got a slick idea." I said.

"Just tell them that Michael Jackson found the circus madala Barry for now, because we did, and if you do don't mention ANYTHING about me... They will be suspicious, then we'll call you and give you permission to tell them. Okay?"

"Yes Miss Barr, yes ma'am." He smiled and walked away. I turned to Michael.

"By the way, shouldn't we be careful about the way we act in public, I never thought about cameras till now?!?" I asked.

"Yeah, we really should, and we also need to---"

"Alrighty everyone, break over!" The photographers cut us off. "Places, places, places!!!" Michael kissed me one madami time and ran back over to the backdrop area, as did I. When I went over there, the photographer talked to me.

"So, you and Michael Jackson gonna start dating? I saw you two over there... Michael was all up on you... Damn that boy is smoking hot." She said.

"I don't know what our relationship is considered, but he is really sweet and protective." After another couple hours of changing outfits and taking pictures in front of a green-screen and backdrops, I could finally leave. Michael was waiting at the door for me, even though he was supposed to have left a long time ago.

"Hey baby!" He gave me a hug. "Are the Calvin Klein mga litrato still as sexual as they usually are; if so, then I'm buying that magazine!" He said. I blushed.

"Why are you still here?" I asked. It's not that I didn't like him, it's just that it must have been extremely boring waiting for someone at a DOOR for two or three hours.

"Because don't you need an outfit tonight? Your house burned to the ground and I'm sure that you didn't bring your fancy dresses to a funeral." He looked at me.

"Yeah, I was going to go pick up my friend hasmin so she could help me with finding a dress."

"Can I come?" He asked.

"Why? Men don't like to tindahan for dresses."

"But I wanna see you in a bunch of dresses... Make sure it's revealing and you need double-sided tape to hold it up!" He laughed.

"Baby, it's bonding time for girls."

"I know, I was just kidding. You should have seen the look on your face!" He bursted out laughing as I walked to my car. "Okay, see you when you get back, baby." I jumped in my car and dialed the number on my cell.

"Hey Haley! What have you been up to the last couple days? Where are you staying?" hasmin asked intently.

"Well, I finished the litrato shoot. Since my house burned down I've met Michael Jackson---"

"Oh fuck! The sexy mega star?"

"Yes, the Thriller one."

"Yay! Okay... Go on."

"And he told me to stay over at his house until I can get another one."

"Ooo... Have you had any sexual contact yet?"

"I'll tell you later! But anyway, I have to go pick up a dress for tonight at the charity fundraiser and I want you to help me pick one out." I said. hasmin gasped.

"Yay, I pag-ibig shopping!" She cheered.

"Okay, meet me at the front doors of the Promenade Mall."
The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her uri ng bulaklak duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others pag-awit out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not sa pamamagitan ng Michael’s...
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The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a taon as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing or in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to holly – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright or happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him or ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that bituin struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have –...
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Less than a week has passed since The Mike Douglas ipakita and Michael cannot get holly out of his mind. Her bold yet angelic voice is still ringing in his ears. No matter what he has been doing she somehow manages to pop back into his mind where he tries desperately to shake it off, but to no avail. He was hoping she would stop sa pamamagitan ng for a visit like he suggested, but nothing. Perhaps it was too pasulong of him? Maybe his niceness was misconstrued as creepy to Mrs. Williams. The thought has made him scratch his head multiple times. Luckily he has been working on songs to keep him occupied till the...
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posted by Miaukitty
My History Starts when i was 4 years old and my parents were whatching tv and then appears Thriller on Tv.
I was really scared but i really loved the song.
Then when i was 5 years old my aunt gave me a MJ cd with all his music bidyo (i specially fell in pag-ibig with the "Bad" music video, i think he looks so sexy in it) I was obssesed with that cd, i even used to listen it every day.
Then i forgot Michael's music for years.
But now i am a huge tagahanga of his music, im in pag-ibig with him.
I feel embarrassed to say to my mga kaibigan that i pag-ibig MJ so its a secret. Well thats all
PS: sorry for my english but my original language its spanish
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posted by ajagirly18
When I was young, I never even knew or met Michael Jackson. But, my opinion is that he was a very talented artist and a loving, caring person to everyone. His songs make me dance and sing every time. The media and the false rumors and bad names about him I will never believe. I dislike when people call him Wako Jacko. It's not nice. Also when people say that he was guilty, I watched his trial on Tv and he was innocent. They wanted to use prejudice and stereotype against him because he was different. MJ haters beat it. We do not need that from you. Obviously, everyone can't be the same.That...
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So my story began when i was 5/6 years old, i was watching the TV when the ipakita got interrupted sa pamamagitan ng a breaking news that sinabi "Famous Singer Michael Jackson Died at 50" i didn't think much of it and changed the channel.

Then my mom burst out of the room crying, i asked "what's the matter", she sinabi "Michael Jackson died"
I got curious then ask "Who's Michael Jackson?" she told me what an amazing person and fantastic human being he was, and i sinabi "How good are his musics, anyway?"
My mom then played my first MJ song, Black or White, i immediately fell in pag-ibig with him and started listening to his...
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posted by carnivalcity
I wish I could express just how strong my pag-ibig for Michael Jackson is. He was such an amazing man and I wish I could've at least hugged him back when he was still alive, but I was too busy dealing with my rough early childhood. He makes me feel like I'm not alone though. I can't explain just how much him and his music help me. I want to be like him in so many ways. He was always such a beautiful man and a little boy at heart, keeping this sense of innocence and this imagination that most lose. I promise I'll never lose any of that either. I couldn't if I wanted to. It's such a part of me. Sharing it with Michael makes me so happy and knowing he would've loved me too makes me feel even better. He was very misunderstood and so am I. I wish he'd felt less alone and had madami who could see into his soul with love. I pag-ibig him in all the ways possible and I respect and look up to him so damned much. I can't say it better than that. I pag-ibig you, Michael.
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Source: Screencaps sa pamamagitan ng Me
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Fancy's P.O.V.

At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come tahanan today, but she called and sinabi that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until susunod Tuesday. She sinabi she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling kalesa we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a petsa with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.

* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
posted by Butterflies_MJJ
Ever since Michael started performing, people seen a gift inside him. They knew Michael was talented from the start. Being the lead singer of the Jackson five he was under a lot of pressure but in the end he was successful after every performance. But little do people know what Michael himself thought of this. What went through his mind knowing he was only five doing proffesional shows. What kept him motivated during tough times? This is "The Man Behind the Mirror".
During his times with the group Michael experience new places, new people and even new relationships which started to sprout....
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