Sometimes...you'll know who really are reading your blogs by reading other people's blogs. Other hint? They will mention indirectly what you missed or error that you committed in either grammar or theme composition.
Somehow those errors were done on purpose. I don't know about others how they perceive. I have my own baits. Fishing? Yeah sort of. At least not phishing.
Two unbelievable stories yesterday. I can't believe it. Other people have a hard time believing it too. Anyway, we knew that Farrah Fawcett had anal cancer (?) and if the cancer is already on its last phase and she's terminally ill we cannot do anything about her. Not even her own doctors can save her life. On the other hand, the King of Pop died of heart attack or let's say cardiac arrest according to the news on TV. It only showed one thing: Human beings died because they run out of breath. The heart stops beating! THE HEART STOPS BEATING! That's the legal analysis or diagnosis when somebody died. No pulse. Flatline -----------------------
Only then when there are rhythmic waves ^v^v^v^v^v you'll know that person is alive.
IF the stories are correct that they demised, died, legally expired..out of breath then my heart felt condolences to the family of Farrah and Michael Jackson. But, are you sure that it was Michael Jackson who died? He of all people on Earth, very popular star of the 21st century (just like Elvis Presley) has too many impersonators!!
Okay let me accept that they are dead! I like Farrah when she was a star in Charlie's Angels. I love watching her TV shows when I was young. But I started to dislike her when she divorced Lee Majors who is my favorite " Bionic Man."
How I remember Michael Jackson? I love all the songs of Michael Jackson. Discotheque never been so good without the King of Pop songs such as Thriller, Billy Jean, and other rock with you songs. Also Billy Jean song's the one I used to play on our tape recorder while babysitting my niece Cathie. That time she was barely one year old. We both danced to the tune and beat of his pop-rock songs having it in full volume that can make the neighbors scream like hell. That even commuter bus have Michael Jackson's music in the air coupled with strobe lights and disco paraphernalia inside the bus. Imagine that! Those were the days!
