Right everyone i am off as have a busy day tomorrow but i just wanted to wish everyone a happy new year as i wont have time to do so tomorrow...... I know there is not a great deal to look forward to next year but one thing we can all do is keep Michaels spirit, music and legacy alive!!!!! :wub::wub: Keep Michaeling people remember "Its all for love L.O.V.E. LOVE" :wub:
Guys,Bubbles wrote me back tonight...
Yes, He is the guy of the Opus book pix...But he told me that the pix was taken the next day after O2 press for TII .PG13 , You were right!!
my dearest hunny bunny applez! I amnot going to be here tomorrow so I would like to wish you all the best for the New Year - I wish you love :heart: and understanding and many many sqqquuuuuecum moments :wub: over Michael (and not only
Have a Happy 2010 Year!!!!
:cheers:
Zaldy's creations were um... special :bugeyed
did you see the 'personal' things in the corner in the TII room?
One more thing before I turn in and start getting trashed tomorrow...:lol:
I wanted to share this poem. I didn't want to post it in the writing area of the forum cuz it's really meant for you guys. It kind of is three poems in one, it goes through my life with Michael and the end part...well you'll see!
My Constant
1995
It started when Barbie dolls ruled the earth
And my mom still packed my lunch
I remember all the rainy afternoons
My sister and I would walk to my cousins’ house
Where they had it
The scratched and dirty disc that held such power
The booklet was wrinkled but it didn’t seem to matter
Leather clad and adorned in silver hardware was
Michael Jackson
Sure, sometimes we brought out the The Spice Girls
Maybe Hanson
But they always moved aside for the great one
It was a ritual
Snap
The CD player would close
The button pressed
A few anxious seconds…
*doom doom doom doom doom doom*
“Your butt is mine, gonna tell ya right…”
Tiny sock covered feet on white carpet
Laughing at the word butt like only a six year old can
The jumping could be heard from the kitchen downstairs
Oh it was bliss
Every song had its own special dance
Smooth Criminal was a favorite
Complete silence and stillness
A giggle would slip…
“AOW!”
Strike a pose!
Always having to skip to the beginning
Due to improper choreographing
Eleven songs were never enough
Voices sore from shrieking and singing
We’d start it all over
Until mom came
Worn out and happy on the short car ride home
My bed always felt like a comforting symphony of blankets and pillows
That voice
Those melodies
Always providing the purest joy
My constant
2002
My printer was constantly out of ink in seventh grade
Every day was a new picture
A fresh reminder of him
Taped promptly onto my assignment planner
Kids laughed and teachers just rolled their eyes
What
A
Freak
Saying it to both of us
Armed with my CD player I’d wait at the bus stop
Outside voices muffled underneath his song
I dreamed he’d surprise me
Walk through the cafeteria doors so everyone would see
Tip his hat and smile at me
Hand outstretched
Off to Neverland
Neat stripes of scars covered my wrists and legs
I’d hear his voice
“Smile though your heart is aching…”
Tears would follow
On my walls, surrounding me in his love
If he could endure, so could I
Letters upon letters I wrote
I’d ask him how he was doing
Draw him little pictures
The thought of him
Thinking of me
If only for a moment
Was enough
I knew we’d meet someday
We’d laugh and talk
We’d never judge each other
My constant
2009
It came to me in words
Digital black and white
Cold and unchangeable
It was the perfect summer day
I was on a vacation of debauchery and drinking
Convinced it was a joke
It had to be
Sitting on top of the skin like motor oil
My friend didn’t seem too phased
We kept on with our plans
And it was kept in the back of my mind
Until the night
Dirty hostel room in the sticky June heat
Top bunk, my friend below sleeping soundly
Hands shaking as I saw his name on my ipod
“Another day has gone…”
Tears came in rivers
Dropped from a crushing height
My heart shattered
How does it feel like this?
Months passed
It was so surreal
Old friends didn’t understand
Family thought it was childish
I wept in secrecy
Until I found them
Other freaks
We laughed
We perved
We grieved
I wasn’t alone
And he wasn’t really gone
Memories that will live forever
A part of me
My constant
Love,
Rachel
:heart: :huggy: Really, even though the group has dispersed and we're not all Appleing as much as we used to I just want to know that I cherish all the silly memories I have with you guys. It's been a crap year so onto 2010! I'm going to sound really corny and Hallmark card but...Michael lives in all of us so we gotta keep his love alive!
Ok that's enough sappy stuff for me I gotta get to sleep so I can decorate for my party. Mom got me two different kinds of wine and a bottle of vanilla vodka!
:cheers:
:lol: I'll poke my head in here soon! Night night for now!
OMG HERSTORYYYY! :boohoo: :boohoo: that was incredibly touching, the feeling is mutual love. You have brought more tears to my eyes but you're right, he lives in us all and I love the title "My Constant" omg girl :huggy: :huggy: :huggy: :heart: this part made me laugh
"Until I found them
Other freaks
We laughed
We perved
We grieved"
omg, you are such a beauty, have fun at your party and enjoy the vanilla vodka especially!
Hey to the rest of you lingering apps, :lol: I wasn't expecting that epic bombshell of a poem HERstory dropped on me *hugz to all the other apps* ALL TWO of you lurkers :lol:
:lmao: sue the weather :lmao:
hey all :waving:
did you get the little gift?
LIMONNNN! How was the trip?
And hey Jag :waving:
but considering the amount of alcohol that has been consumed I might be on the best path to become an alcoholic. how's the New Year for ya?
:bounce: limon :bounce:
yea i got it! i was like "hmmm....these look awfully familiar....."
it took me a good 30 seconds to figure out they were apples :lmao: :fear:
thank you so much :huggy:
im guessing you didnt get mine in the mail either ?
yeah, they were suppouse to be apples 
One more thing before I turn in and start getting trashed tomorrow...:lol:
I wanted to share this poem. I didn't want to post it in the writing area of the forum cuz it's really meant for you guys. It kind of is three poems in one, it goes through my life with Michael and the end part...well you'll see!
My Constant
1995
It started when Barbie dolls ruled the earth
And my mom still packed my lunch
I remember all the rainy afternoons
My sister and I would walk to my cousins’ house
Where they had it
The scratched and dirty disc that held such power
The booklet was wrinkled but it didn’t seem to matter
Leather clad and adorned in silver hardware was
Michael Jackson
Sure, sometimes we brought out the The Spice Girls
Maybe Hanson
But they always moved aside for the great one
It was a ritual
Snap
The CD player would close
The button pressed
A few anxious seconds…
*doom doom doom doom doom doom*
“Your butt is mine, gonna tell ya right…”
Tiny sock covered feet on white carpet
Laughing at the word butt like only a six year old can
The jumping could be heard from the kitchen downstairs
Oh it was bliss
Every song had its own special dance
Smooth Criminal was a favorite
Complete silence and stillness
A giggle would slip…
“AOW!”
Strike a pose!
Always having to skip to the beginning
Due to improper choreographing
Eleven songs were never enough
Voices sore from shrieking and singing
We’d start it all over
Until mom came
Worn out and happy on the short car ride home
My bed always felt like a comforting symphony of blankets and pillows
That voice
Those melodies
Always providing the purest joy
My constant
2002
My printer was constantly out of ink in seventh grade
Every day was a new picture
A fresh reminder of him
Taped promptly onto my assignment planner
Kids laughed and teachers just rolled their eyes
What
A
Freak
Saying it to both of us
Armed with my CD player I’d wait at the bus stop
Outside voices muffled underneath his song
I dreamed he’d surprise me
Walk through the cafeteria doors so everyone would see
Tip his hat and smile at me
Hand outstretched
Off to Neverland
Neat stripes of scars covered my wrists and legs
I’d hear his voice
“Smile though your heart is aching…”
Tears would follow
On my walls, surrounding me in his love
If he could endure, so could I
Letters upon letters I wrote
I’d ask him how he was doing
Draw him little pictures
The thought of him
Thinking of me
If only for a moment
Was enough
I knew we’d meet someday
We’d laugh and talk
We’d never judge each other
My constant
2009
It came to me in words
Digital black and white
Cold and unchangeable
It was the perfect summer day
I was on a vacation of debauchery and drinking
Convinced it was a joke
It had to be
Sitting on top of the skin like motor oil
My friend didn’t seem too phased
We kept on with our plans
And it was kept in the back of my mind
Until the night
Dirty hostel room in the sticky June heat
Top bunk, my friend below sleeping soundly
Hands shaking as I saw his name on my ipod
“Another day has gone…”
Tears came in rivers
Dropped from a crushing height
My heart shattered
How does it feel like this?
Months passed
It was so surreal
Old friends didn’t understand
Family thought it was childish
I wept in secrecy
Until I found them
Other freaks
We laughed
We perved
We grieved
I wasn’t alone
And he wasn’t really gone
Memories that will live forever
A part of me
My constant
Love,
Rachel
:heart: :huggy: Really, even though the group has dispersed and we're not all Appleing as much as we used to I just want to know that I cherish all the silly memories I have with you guys. It's been a crap year so onto 2010! I'm going to sound really corny and Hallmark card but...Michael lives in all of us so we gotta keep his love alive!
Ok that's enough sappy stuff for me I gotta get to sleep so I can decorate for my party. Mom got me two different kinds of wine and a bottle of vanilla vodka!
:cheers:
:lol: I'll poke my head in here soon! Night night for now!
:cheeky::cheeky:
!
omg! you read this back? :mellow: :mellow: :mellow: wow! I am impressed! :hi:
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:bugeyed
I guess these are the days before afro Mike was claimed
...yep they are
:toofunny:
:mello:
:hysterical: :mello:
I never got an answer to this question... *suspicious* :brow:
:hysterical:
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
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JAG gave me GITM!? I forgot about this
:give_heart:
:wild:
again
:bugeyed :bugeyed :bugeyed :bugeyed :bugeyed
panther boy :bugeyed
:ciao: :ciao: :ciao: I am always open and ready to be whored to!!!!!!! :ciao: :ciao: :ciao:Adore.......................................i owe you so much rep right now :mello:!
*whores herself out*
hellou you!!!!! I know what you've been doing
I know you were naughty :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo::bounce: I C U callie
this guy was lookin for you :fear:
he seems to be wet
Adore I see ya lurkin
