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posted by All4loveMJ
I really hope this isnt offensive in anyway. It`s just saying the reasons why MJ got the surgurys so bạn can tell people why and they will stop making fun of him cause i`d had enough. Thanks :)

Michael, as we all know, had many Plastic Surgurys in his life, and here are the reasons why...

-He hated his nose since he was 13.
-He broke his nose many times
-He did`nt want to look like his father
-He wanted to change him self

Thank you! And pass this on! <3

R~I~P MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS IT`S ALL FOR LOVE, L.O.V.E (WITH THE LITTLE MOTIONS! <333

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1.Hold my Hand One of the most beautiful duets EVER. Michael's voice is just beautiful I actually even like the modern beat to it. HMH is actully one of the first MJ songs I ever heard. I remember going to the thư viện and getting Michael Jackson Number Ones and Michael. I listend to Number Ones first then I listened to Michael. And oh my gosh. When I heard Hold my Hand for the first time I started to cry. I knew like nothing about Michael back then but I cried. At the end it just kills me when he says, "MmmmmMmmmMmmMmm. Hold my hand." I just kept replaying that song over and over again. And...
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 Mikey!
Mikey!
Michael's Point of View

I'm sitting in the chair with the interview woman, waiting with her for the recording of the interview for my Thriller album. About a một phút goes bởi when the cameraman does a signal saying we're on.

"How are bạn feeling at this time with the success of Thriller? I mean the âm nhạc business isn't exactly going gangbusters and yet you're able to sell records so well." The woman adjusted herself in her chair after her question.

I start to di chuyển the interview chair. "Um....Well I uh...Everytime I get a platinum album it's never taken lightly on my behalf I'm always honored. You...
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When bạn have been in hiển thị business 35 years - when bạn have been a legend in hiển thị business for much of that time - bạn know how to make an enterance. At least Michael Jackson does.

The King of Pop doesn't simply arrive anywhere, and his appearance in a lush room at the pricey Beverly Hills Hotel is no exception. He is two hours late. He is preceeded bởi his bodyguard, whose security check includes peeks behind curtains and into closets and bathrooms. Then the guard dims the lights. When the door finally swings open, it is not Jackson but two small children who bolt into the room: Prince, 4,...
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January, 22, 2010,

I was in Frank's car and we were on our way to the release party/CD signing because my album "Legacy" was released this morning. I looked out the window and then back at Frank as I đã đưa ý kiến "these crowds of những người hâm mộ just keep getting bigger and bigger!" The line of những người hâm mộ stretched all the way around the Dunkin' bánh doughnut tiếp theo to the âm nhạc store where the CD signing is being held. Frank got a worried on his face and I unbuckled my seatbelt.

There were some poorly built metal gates that separated the main entrance to the store and the fans. I walked alongside Frank as we made our way down...
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 2003
2003
Chapter 10

January 2, 2003,

Where do I start? The "living with Michael Jackson" documentary premiered last night and it didn't go at all like dad expected it to! He is not happy at all, some things actually ended up getting broken bởi dad because he was so angry. He made her leave the room once he got the feeling that the documentary was headed in a bad direction. Even after we left the room, we could hear dad yelling and throwing things. I had never seen my dad so mad in my life and I probably won't ever see him like this again! I came downstairs and saw dad sitting on the couch. I was debating...
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