Angelica Marisa Jackson was exactly like her beloved father Michael. She was humble. She was shy. She was sweet and cared for others. But most of all, she hated being in the public eye.
And not only did Angelica Jackson act like her father, she also looked exactly like him, especially in his gorgeous bad and dangerous eras. She had beautiful black curls that fell all the way to her back, and framed the front of her face which illuminated her large, marvelous eyes. She was as thin as a broom, but as tall as a skyscraper. She was a lovely teenager.
Unfortunately, Angelica also suffered from the terrible skin disease her father was stricken with in his adulthood: Vitiligo. This left her skin with blotches, which she usually covered up with medication or cream. But it was still very hard for her to hide it.
Either way Angelica was misunderstood, much like her father
*Hayvenhurst*
Angelica sat in her orange plush chair and pondered. She pondered about herself.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Every time she sat in that chair she wondered about her life, her future. She had a family full of talent. They could sing, dance, just about everything you can imagine. Meanwhile, she ended up being born talentless. The poor delicate soul couldn’t dance nor could she sing. Plus, she was shy as anything, shyer than her father. She hated being on camera, having everyone watching her, she cringed at the thought. Showbiz was not her forte. She was happy with herself nonetheless.
What really hurt her was the cruelty of some of her family members. Her cousins would always tell her how much of a coward she was. Tease her about how she couldn’t dance. How she could continue the family legacy, but chose not to. Sadly, it wasn’t her choice. It was what God had wanted for her. And God didn’t want her to dance.
Somehow she always found a way to cope with the rudeness. Her cousins and siblings enjoyed filming movies. Most of the time, while they were downstairs filming, Angelica would stay upstairs and write in her diary, sitting in her orange chair, looking out the window. Cameras made her nervous, and she would never set foot inside the filming room, to be yelled at by the people she called her family. Ever since her cousins found out about her “showbiz complex” as they called it, they have taken a funny attitude towards her. And ever since they moved to Hayvenhurst, so have her siblings.
So she usually stayed upstairs alone. Sometimes, she felt like an outcast from her own family. Most of the time she’d call her dad at night while he was touring, and have long conversations with him. Sometimes her grandmother, her sweet, sweet grandmother would talk to her, and sometimes Aunt Janet. When Blanket wasn’t downstairs, he’d come up and hangout with her. But that was it. Everyone else was too preoccupied….
Sometimes she’d sit in a corner and cry, thinking how she wasn’t good enough. But then she would stop, get up, snap out of it all. She would remind herself of her relationship with God, and how much her father loved her. Then she’d sit back down in her chair and wonder, ponder about, life.
And only the series of upcoming events at Hayvenhurst will unveil the truth about her future and shortening tolerance for her family.
And not only did Angelica Jackson act like her father, she also looked exactly like him, especially in his gorgeous bad and dangerous eras. She had beautiful black curls that fell all the way to her back, and framed the front of her face which illuminated her large, marvelous eyes. She was as thin as a broom, but as tall as a skyscraper. She was a lovely teenager.
Unfortunately, Angelica also suffered from the terrible skin disease her father was stricken with in his adulthood: Vitiligo. This left her skin with blotches, which she usually covered up with medication or cream. But it was still very hard for her to hide it.
Either way Angelica was misunderstood, much like her father
*Hayvenhurst*
Angelica sat in her orange plush chair and pondered. She pondered about herself.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Every time she sat in that chair she wondered about her life, her future. She had a family full of talent. They could sing, dance, just about everything you can imagine. Meanwhile, she ended up being born talentless. The poor delicate soul couldn’t dance nor could she sing. Plus, she was shy as anything, shyer than her father. She hated being on camera, having everyone watching her, she cringed at the thought. Showbiz was not her forte. She was happy with herself nonetheless.
What really hurt her was the cruelty of some of her family members. Her cousins would always tell her how much of a coward she was. Tease her about how she couldn’t dance. How she could continue the family legacy, but chose not to. Sadly, it wasn’t her choice. It was what God had wanted for her. And God didn’t want her to dance.
Somehow she always found a way to cope with the rudeness. Her cousins and siblings enjoyed filming movies. Most of the time, while they were downstairs filming, Angelica would stay upstairs and write in her diary, sitting in her orange chair, looking out the window. Cameras made her nervous, and she would never set foot inside the filming room, to be yelled at by the people she called her family. Ever since her cousins found out about her “showbiz complex” as they called it, they have taken a funny attitude towards her. And ever since they moved to Hayvenhurst, so have her siblings.
So she usually stayed upstairs alone. Sometimes, she felt like an outcast from her own family. Most of the time she’d call her dad at night while he was touring, and have long conversations with him. Sometimes her grandmother, her sweet, sweet grandmother would talk to her, and sometimes Aunt Janet. When Blanket wasn’t downstairs, he’d come up and hangout with her. But that was it. Everyone else was too preoccupied….
Sometimes she’d sit in a corner and cry, thinking how she wasn’t good enough. But then she would stop, get up, snap out of it all. She would remind herself of her relationship with God, and how much her father loved her. Then she’d sit back down in her chair and wonder, ponder about, life.
And only the series of upcoming events at Hayvenhurst will unveil the truth about her future and shortening tolerance for her family.
Originally posted May 13th 2010 5:30 PM PDT by TMZ Staff
Lisa Marie Presley's desperate plea for fans to bring more flowers to Michael Jackson's tomb must have fallen on deaf ears -- because as of today the entrance to the tomb was pretty bare.
Michael Jackson's ex-wife complained about too much "empty space" around the singer's tomb on her MySpace page yesterday -- and urged fans to fill the void with lots of sunflowers ... but obviously that didn't happen.
Fans have since fired back, claiming they've been faithfully doing their part flowers-wise since MJ died last year.
Read more: link
Lisa Marie Presley's desperate plea for fans to bring more flowers to Michael Jackson's tomb must have fallen on deaf ears -- because as of today the entrance to the tomb was pretty bare.
Michael Jackson's ex-wife complained about too much "empty space" around the singer's tomb on her MySpace page yesterday -- and urged fans to fill the void with lots of sunflowers ... but obviously that didn't happen.
Fans have since fired back, claiming they've been faithfully doing their part flowers-wise since MJ died last year.
Read more: link
Verse 1:
Looking out
Across the nighttime
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
Verse 2:
Get me out
Into the nighttime
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
Chorus:
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
if they say-
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
Verse 3:
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
Chorus
I like lovin' this way
I like lovin' this way
Verse 4:
Looking out
Across the morning
Where the city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming at the Street
Chorus
Looking out
Across the nighttime
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
Verse 2:
Get me out
Into the nighttime
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
Chorus:
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
if they say-
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
Verse 3:
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
Chorus
I like lovin' this way
I like lovin' this way
Verse 4:
Looking out
Across the morning
Where the city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming at the Street
Chorus
Originally posted May 3rd 2010 8:25 PM PDT by TMZ Staff
God help anyone who uses a picture of Michael Jackson to hawk their products, because the licensee of MJ's image is going after some new companies with a vengeance.
Bravado International Group -- which markets all things Michael -- is suing T-Line Design, Inc. based in Oregon.
According to the federal suit, obtained by TMZ, T-Line is downright "defiant," sardonically writing a blog that says, "...it SUCKS TOTAL BOLLOCKS when people steal those creations..."
The suit seeks $750 for each image illegally used, as well as statutory damages of $150,000.
Bravado filed two other infringement suits today against two other companies for unauthorized MJ
Read more: link
God help anyone who uses a picture of Michael Jackson to hawk their products, because the licensee of MJ's image is going after some new companies with a vengeance.
Bravado International Group -- which markets all things Michael -- is suing T-Line Design, Inc. based in Oregon.
According to the federal suit, obtained by TMZ, T-Line is downright "defiant," sardonically writing a blog that says, "...it SUCKS TOTAL BOLLOCKS when people steal those creations..."
The suit seeks $750 for each image illegally used, as well as statutory damages of $150,000.
Bravado filed two other infringement suits today against two other companies for unauthorized MJ
Read more: link
like your charm, your face,
just everything.
But the thing I think of the most
is that smile of yours.
Everytime I see it,
my heart skips a beat
and my thoughts get lost in it.
Your smile gives me butterflys in my stomach.
Your smile makes angels sing, a song that fills the streets.
Without that smile,
there is no joy in this world.
No one can replace it.
There is no mistake that when you smile,
that wonderful, beautiful smile,
the world turns into a better place.
To: My LOVE, Michael Joseph Jackson
By: Gracie