Hey!

I'm StupidPyroChan, you can call me Pyro, Ketsueki, Okami, Jen, or Stupid. (Hahaha, no don't call me stupid. I mean it. >=0)

About me:

Name: Stupidpyrochan?

Age: 1000?

Gender: Female

Race: Filipino, 1/6ths Spanish, maybe a little Japanese blood in there.

Born: February 5, 10:09 PM. (Yeah, I know. So close to 10:10.)

Hates: People who can't type/write for crap, rap, idiots, anime/manga haters, and a lot of other stuff.

Likes: Anime/manga, family/friends, Video games, my PS2, my brother's 360, (DX BTW my name on Live is YOUFRIKINFATE) any kind of music (Except for rap, well, most of them), fanfictions, food. (Filipinos gotta love food. XD)

Looks: Mid-back(?)black hair; dark, dark, dark, browns eyes (with long eye lashes), 5'? (OMG! I grew! :D)

I'm kinda -COUGHVERYCOUGH- addicted to yaoi/Shounen-Ai. (Not so much Yuri...) Please don't judge me, I'm a really nice person when you get to know me. I'm also kinda shy when it comes to expessing my ideas/thoughts. -////-; So please be nice to me!!! Art and reading is my favorite pass time. Even though I may not be perfect at drawing, people at my school say I'm really good at it. So, I'm just going to take thier word for it.

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.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the
country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, post this on your profile.

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. (Yeah, I believe this. I also know you don't need to read this to know God's there. He's been keeping you safe since the day you were born. And for those who say, "I'm getting beat up all the time. Blah, blah...". But, you're alive aren't you? That's all it takes to know he's there.)

Girls Don't realize these things:

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all...

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

OUR BOY SIDE:

x You love hoodies
x You love jeans
Dogs are better than cats
x Its hilarious when people get hurt.
x You've played with/against boys on a team
x Sometimes shopping is torture
Sad movies suck
x You own an XBOX
x You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.
At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.
XYou own/owned a DS, PS2, or Sega
x You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
x Sometimes you watch sports on TV
x Gory movies are cool
x You go to your dad for advice
You own like a trillion baseball hats
You used to/do collect football collector cards
Baggy sweatpants are cool to wear
x Its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people
x Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors
XYou love to go crazy and not care what other people think
x Sports are fun
x Sometimes you talk with food in your mouth
x Sometimes you sleep at night with your socks on
x You have fished at least once

TOTAL = 19

YOUR GIRL SIDE:
x You love to shop
xYou wear eyeliner
x Sometimes you go to your mom for advice
You consider cheer leading a sport
x You like going to the mall (Only to the book store, HotTopic, Gamestop, etc.)
You hate wearing the color black
You like getting manicures and/or pedicures
x You like wearing jewelry (Sometimes.)
xYou cried watching The Notebook
x Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe (Mostly for church or special ocassion. Never to people houses or going out.)
Shopping is one of your hobbies
You don't like the movie Star Wars
You are/were in gymnastics
x It takes you around one hour to shower
x You smile a lot more than you should (Around family or friends)
You have more than 10 pairs of shoes
x You care about what you look like (Most of the time. If I know them really well or they're family, I won't care.)
You like wearing dresses when you can
You like high heel shoes
x You used to play with dolls as a kid (Action figures count?)
x You like putting makeup on others (Only if it's supposed to be funny)
You like being the star of almost everything
x You wear body spray/perfume (Hey! I like smelling nice.)
Pink is one of your favorite colors

Total = 13

If you have ever dreamed you were in an anime, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you sometimes picture yourself as the OC's in people's stories, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you love animals, copy and paste.

If you hate people who T4LK LIEK TIS, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you love Axel and Roxas (Also goes for being a couple), copy and paste this on your profile.

If you start saying random quotes from Kingdom Hearts, copy and past this on your profile.

If you use Baird all the time for Gears of War, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you know Chuck Norris is awesomeness, copy and paste this on your profile. XD

If you love playing 1st person shooter videogames, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you think the kids should give the Rabbit some Trix, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you think it was lame when they turned Trix into effin' spheres, copy and paste this on you profile.

If you think the kids should just hurry up and eat the Lucky Charms cereal, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you're more way mature for your age, copy and paste this on you profile.