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 kitanda and went to investigate. He walked into his living room to see almost all of his furniture chairs, kitanda 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 salama here trust me, those guys will not find you." Michael alisema calmly. Tataina eventually quit crying. "I'm sorry if im just being a total pain in the ass." , "No your not okay...now lets songesha back the furniture and ill go get us some take out sound good?" Michael asked. Tataina nodded as they began to songesha the furniture back to where it belonged.
"Are wewe sure you'll be find here kwa 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 alisema 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 nyumbani all michael could think was "I hope he didnt see me." Now michael understood why Tataina was so afraid of him. Michael then alisema 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 wewe i wasnt going to be gone long." Michael replied not even looking her in the eye. "Smells good." Tataina alisema as she took a deep sniff. "Oohh i upendo chinesse food!" Tataina alisema 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 wewe think something's wrong?" Michael asked. "I dont know wewe just seem a little down...thats all." , "Well glad for the consideration, but im fine really." Michael lied. "Why dont wewe go start a movie and ill be there in just a minute." Michael sugguested. "Okay fine kwa me." Tataina alisema as she took her plate and her drink into the living room. Michael sat there in the jikoni 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 wewe to a bloodly heap and he wanted me to tell wewe 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 wewe 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.....
Roses that Diane found on her desk
Alicia's Blood that she donated to help save michael...
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 mashabiki the chance to pay their respects ... kwa raining flowers 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 kwa chucking his inayopendelewa maua, ua -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- mashabiki 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 kwa chucking his inayopendelewa maua, ua -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- mashabiki 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
au child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are wewe now, where have wewe 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, au 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
wewe showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain wewe 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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au child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are wewe now, where have wewe 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, au 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
wewe showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain wewe 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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