MOCHA MOVES

Hey people how are you guys out there in Cyber world doing?..I hope all is well. So it has been a long time since I wrote an entry. When I started this blog I was the only person I knew with one, they said I was conceited and full of myself, now everywhere I turn I hear "check out my blog". It's kinda funny to me because I used to think of a blogger as a certain type of person, but those stereotypes have been shattered . Now the dude hustling on the corner takes a break to update his blog, Twitter, Facebook, Myspace ...you name it. Don't get me wrong I think it's cool that everyone is blogging , but I can't help but laugh at it sometimes. At the start of my blog in 07 , I went to a million events a week and I wanted everyone to keep up with me , especially my dad who lives in New Zealand. Now when he calls me he seems to have no clue as to what is going on with me. It's not that I don't want to blog anymore it's just that I don't even know where to start. I took an extended brake from my blog because I just got too busy and it seemed like the haters were having more fun with my blog than I was. To tell you the truth I am not sure what has brought me back to this blog that I have neglected for nearly a year, but I do have an idea. I think it's the loss of my love Michael Jackson who I just can't stop crying over.
When I was a young girl I was a dancer. My mom and I were a team , my mom who was also a model when she was younger used to dress us up in leotards and do splits and all these dances, we would perform any chance we got and all I used to think about was coming to America to meet Michael Jackson and Mickey Mouse. When I came to America I was 7yrs old and I joined a dance group from my neighborhood called Ki'Yanu it was fun and it was going to be my stepping stone to meet Michael Jackson. I danced in that group until I was eleven and then the American culture and Tomboyness took over. Although I stopped dancing I never fell out of love with Michael Jackson. I remember when I was about 12yrs old I met Usher and I thought I was getting closer to the dream of meeting MJ. When it was all said and done , I never got to meet MJ. When he came to Times Square in NY I was so upset because I found out too late. I loved Michael Jackson he brought worlds together, he will forever live in my heart and I will make sure my kids know exactly who he is.
Well that is it for now people , writing is something I do from my heart , it is therapy for me. I really hope I have the will to share another entry with you but if not thanks for reading and keep your own flame of happiness burning in your heart because when it goes out so do you.
R.I.P MJ , R.I.P Farrah and R.I.P Ed Mcmann