My stories probably won't make sense, and sometimes I get confused while typing in past tense, and then I switch to present tense. Sorry about that...
Stuff about me:
Gender: Girl
Country: You can tell, I say favourite and neighbour, so I'm Canadian (eh?)
Animes I've Seen SO FAR:
Beyblade,
Cardcaptor Sakura,
Chou Henshin Cosprayers (Cosmopolitian Prayers),
Eureka Seven,
Fullmetal Alchemist,
Harukanaru Toki no Nakade (Hachiyou Sho, Maihitoyo, Ajisai Yumegatari),
Inuyasha,
Love Love?,
Rockman.exe,
Romeo x Juliet,
Saiunkoku Monogatari,
Smash Hit (Hit wo Nerae),
Tactical Roar,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Yu-Gi-Oh GX,
.hack//Legend of the Twilight,
.hack//SIGN
Favourites are in bold.
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, WeaselChick, Revenant666, darkflame1516, AirGirl Phantom, Agent of the Divine One, pointless people of Pluto, itachikakashi, xXxLuna-of-the-ChosenxXx, .a.broken.heart.within. The Most OOC Writer Around, sailormulti01, AnimeAddict333, P. McTully, Give us Peace (Donna Nobis Pacem)
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift...
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Please pass this on to as many people as you can, because, as you can tell from the beautiful poem, it's a terminally ill girl's dying wish.
Black and White:
A black man was talking to a white man and said: "I'm black. When I was born I was black. When I grew up I was black. When I'm sick I'm black. When I go in the sun I'm black. When I'm cold I'm black. When I die I'll still be black. But you: When you were born you were pink. When you grew up you were white. When you're sick you're green. When you go in the sun you're red. When you're cold you're blue. When you die you'll be purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored. "
Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
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