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Heeyy im .. well im not going to tell you because well you might be a stalker :P
yeahp ok so a little bit about me.
birthday: April 12
favorite colour: black, white, purple :3
favorite food: Sushi and butter chicken
eye colour: Brown eyes
hair colour: i just dyed it red it was dark brown..
uhm what i like: i like drawing, reading books, fanfiction, manga, i like anime, chocolate, music, uhm idk what else oh and i like animals and sleep! and hanging out with my friends :P watching movies,
the books i like: Maximum ride!, the fallen series, Mortal instruments, lot more but dont wana write dem all
the anime i like: Tokyo mew mew!, Vampire knight!, naruto, fruits basket, Ghost hunT, more but i cnt think
i love DRAWING,reading and writing random storys and poems so thats why i love fanfic but i mostly do writing and stuff in my books.
i love listening to music i like alot of different kinds so its to hard to pick a fav cos ill end up changeing it so yeah but some of my fav people i like and bands are Evanescence!, Jessie J, Auburn, Rihanna, Paramore, Demi Lovato, Chris Brown, Adele, Big Guy and Lazy J!!!!!! Keri Hilson, Hype, Christina Grimme, Glee, Monster by Meg and Dia
92 percent of American teens would die if Fang told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would tell Fang to get over himself and then shove him back in your basement where he belongs. Then, you would resurrect the 92 percent of overzealous fangirls and use them as your zombie army to take over Canada and rename it Canadia where you would rule as Queen with Fang by your side as your extremely hot king who has no real political power except to stand there and make you look good.
WHAT MAXIMUM RIDE TAUGHT US!
1. Being different is okay.
2. Even the little things can help save the world.
3. Red-heads are evil!
4. Love always makes itself known. Even if it takes you five books and fourteen years of your life to see it, it's there.
5. 6-year-olds do have the ability to take over the world.
6. Duct tape is a handy tool if you have a mimicking 8-year-old.
7. The loss of a vet would be a tragedy.
8. Dressing in dark clothes and never talking does not make you emo; it makes you Fang-like.
9. French is the universal language.
10. Fang-sized is an acceptable form of measurement.
11. Count your blessings.
12. Teen magazines don't help you in life or death situations.
13. Nachos and Moutain Dew are proper mind controlling devices.
14. Fang has the power to sum up your life story in nine words.
15. Even a kick-ass, leader of a merry band of mutants like Max can make mistakes.
16. Never get hooked on Valium.
17. The best breed of dogs are talking Scotties!!
18. If one cannot be corrupted by power or money, there's always Snicker's bars.
19. It is okay to sell your soul for a chocolate-chip cookie.
20. Kids are better than adults.
21. You'll know the Apocalypse is coming when Max is wearing a dress.
22. The best cooks are blind pyros.
23. Submarines are tiny tin cans of doom.
24. Desert rat should always be cooked to well-done.
25. School really is an evil place.
26. Teachers really are out to get you.
27. Remember to flap.
28. Only one bird kid could pull off preppy Top-Siders.
29. GIRLS KICK BOYS' BUTTS!!
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile.
If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.
If there are times where you just wanna annoy someone for the heck of it copy this into your profile.
If you are anti-social sometimes copy this into your profile.
If you have ever gotten so completely sidetracked in a conversation that you don't remember why you were talking in the first place, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever run into a tree, copy this to your profile
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped down the stairs copy this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped over air, copy this into your profile
If you have ever tried to make plans for world domination, copy and paste into your profile.
Weird is good, strange it bad, and odd is when you don't know what to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good! If you are weird and proud of it, copy this into your profile!
If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.
If you are obsessed with fan fiction, copy this into your profile.
If you are a person who acts friendly but has an evil mind and is secretly plotting world domination, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you like fire and fireworks and explosions and things that go boom, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you have ever yelled at an inanimate object copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever wanted an inanimate object to go die copy and paste this into your profile.
If you love Avril Lavigne copy and paste this into your profile.
Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever thrown something at your television when you saw a character you despised, whether it be a piece of popcorn, a fork, or a chair, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you think it's stupid that girls are automatically labeled with the color pink, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you spend 10 hours on Fanfiction each day, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you're obsessed with PJO like me, copy this into your profile.
Considered going to the Empire State Building and asking for an audience with Zeus, copy and paste this into your profile.( pm me if you actually try that.)
If your profile is long, copy and paste this on it to make it even longer
If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile
If you've walked under something that was about two feet above your head and ducked anyway copy and paste this is your profile
If you are random and don't care, copy and paste this onto your profile.
My best friend is insane! If you agree, or if you have an insane friend, then copy this into your profile.
If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you think that people who don't like PJO are crazy/stupid/losers, copy this into yor profile.
If you think Annabeth is watching you under her magical Yankee's cap, paste this into your profile
If you really, really hate when people tell you to read stupid books when you could be reading PJO, copy this into your profile
If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.
If you've ever been standing straight up and suddenly fell down for no apparent reason, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile.
90 percent of teens would have a breakdown if Miley Cyrus was standing on the edge of a six story building. Copy this into your profile if you're part of the 10 percent yelling JUMP!!
Recent studies show that 92 percent of teenagers have moved on to rap. If you're part of the 8 percent that hasn't, put this in your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.
Did you know the average American only reads 3 books a year? If you don't believe that it's even possible to read that little, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you're obsessed with PJO like me, copy this into your profile.
If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.
If you think it's stupid that girls are associated with the color pink, copy and paste this into your profile.
65 percent of Teenagers spend more time watching TV rather then read. If you are part of the 35 percent who read more that watch TV then cut and paste this to your Profile.
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.
Too many kids and teenagers have smoked or tried marijuana. If you haven't, copy and paste this onto your profile.
A large percent of authors do not know the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. If you do know the difference, copy and paste this to your profile
If you've never done drugs, became an alcoholic, and/or a smoker and never plan to, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you are bored and like to write stuff, copy and paste this onto your profile.
X You own a cell phone.
X You own something from Abercrombie.
X You own something from Pac sun.
X You own something from Hollister.
X You own something from American eagle.
X You love/like going to the mall.
X You own an iPod/MP3 player.
X You love Starbucks.
X you have been called a brat.
X You hate buying things that are on sale.
X You have more than one house.
Total: 5 and sadly we dont have those shops in my town so yeeah
X Black is one of your favourite colours
X You have thought about death.
X You wear chains.
X You like heavy metal.
X You’ve shopped at Hot Topic (we dont have this store in my town but i want to!).
X You have worn black lipstick. (for a Halloween costume; does that count?
X Your hair was/is dark.
X You dislike preps.
x you’re an atheist/ Satanist/agnostic.
X You can skateboard
x you’ve worn plaid. ( a few times , mostly flannels )
X You like Converse.
X You hate MTV.
X You have/had blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair. - (streaks count)
x you dislike pink.
X You hate/dislike preps.
X you wear/wore skateboarding shoes.
X You love the computer.
X You like Harry Potter.
X You are supposed to wear glasses/contacts
x you get straight A's. (sadly, no. )
X You love/like reading.
X You were/are in band.
X You don't care what you look like.
X You have a curfew.
X You always do your homework.
X You never miss school unless you're sick. ( I hardly go to school i dont like it :L)
X You watch/watched the Super bowl.
X You own track shoes or other sports related shoes.
X You collect your jerseys.
XYou have a wall or shelf dedicated to your trophies / awards.
X You have posters or plaques of famous athletes.
X Your garage consists of sports equipment.
X You belong/belonged to a school team.
X You are going/did go to a sports summer camp.
X You have a specific number.
X You like loud music.
X You love/loved the Ninja Turtles.
X You never walk anywhere.
X You wear slip-on shoes.
X You wear/wore Vans. ( like a couple of times)
X You like the band Panic! At the disco.
X You wear band t-shirts.
X People have called you a freak and meant it.
X You love to "hardcore" dance.
x Hair has been died more than 1 colour
Your guy side
X You love hoodies.
X You love jeans.
X Dogs are better than cats.
X its hilarious when people get hurt.
X You've played with/against boys on a team.
X Shopping is torture.
X Sad movies suck.
X You own/Ed an X-Box.
X Played with Hot wheel cars as a kid.
X At some point in time you wanted to be a fire-fighter.
X You own/Ed a DS, PS or Sega.
X You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
X You watch sports on TV.
X Gory movies are cool.
X You go to your dad for advice.
X You own like a trillion baseball caps.
X You like going to high school football games.
X You used to/do collect football/baseball cards.
X Baggy pants are cool to wear. (I don't care if it's cool. I wear baggy sweats cause they're comfy.)
X It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
X Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colors.
X You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
X Sports are fun.
X Talk with food in your mouth.
X Sleep with your socks on at night.
Your girl side:
X You wear lip gloss/Chap stick.
X You love to shop.
X You wear eyeliner. (only a couple of times my friends made me)
X You wear the color pink
X Go to your mom for advice.
X You consider cheerleading a sport.
X You hate wearing the color black.
X You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
X You like wearing jewellery.
X Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
X Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies.
X You don't like the movie Star Wars.
X You were in gymnastics/dance
x It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.
X You smile a lot more than you should.
X You have more than 10 pairs of shoes. (guilty as charged..)
X You care about what you look like.
X You like wearing dresses when you can.
X You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
X You love the movies.
X You used to play with dolls as little kid.
X Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.
X Like being the star of everything.
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?
Recipe for hottness: 98 human + 2 bird + 68 Pyro + 49 chef + 2 Blindness = 219 HOT!! if you know who I'm talking about here and agree copy and paste this into your profile.
If you knew that Iggy is allergic to gum because you are an obsessed Iggy fangirl and proud of it copy and paste this into your profile
If really you are so in love with Iggy that you think he's real and will come for you one day copy and paste this into your profile.
If you would kick Ella's scrawny ass so that you could have Iggy copy and paste this into your profile.
If you love the whole blind, pyro, mutant, baker thing about Iggy, post this in your profile.
Iggy: 98 percent human, 2 percent bird, 100 percent gorgeous! If you agree with that statement copy and paste it into your profile.
If you are madly in love with Iggy copy and paste this into your profile.( I love Iggy so much it's not even funny!
if you think Iggy is hot...copy and paste this on your profile.
If you think Iggy is hot...copy and paste this on your profile.
•FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.u the BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
•FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa. BEST FRIENDS:Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
•FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
•FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number. BEST FRIENDS: Have you on speed dial.
•FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. BEST FRIENDS: Loses your crap and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."
•FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
•FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's butt that left you
•FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door. BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
•FRIENDS:You have to tell them not to tell anyone. BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
•FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies) BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
•FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough. BEST FRIENDS:Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Dude drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!
•FRIENDS:Will confort you when the guy rejects you BEST FRIENDS:Will go up to him and say 'it's becuase your gay isn't it?'
•FRIENDS: Will help me find my way when I'm lost. BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions
•FRIENDS:Will help me learn to drive. BEST FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.
•FRIENDS: Will help me up when I fall down. BEST FRIENDS: Will point and laugh because she tripped me.
•FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me. BEST FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.
•FRIENDS: Hide me from the cops. BEST FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they’re after me in the first place.
•FRIENDS: Lets me make an idiot of myself in public. BEST FRIENDS: Are out there with me making an idiot out of themselves too.
•FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince. BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.
•FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying. BEST FRIENDS: Will laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha, Loser!"
•FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda. BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.
•FRIENDS:Will sit at the side of the pool withyouat that time of the month. BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in.
•FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain. BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run bitch run!"
•FRIENDS:Will help you move. BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.
•FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this thing!!
If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em.
If ya can't join 'em, bribe 'em.
If ya can't bribe 'em, blackmail 'em.
If ya can't blackmail 'em, kill 'em.
If ya can't kill 'em, you're screwed.
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
"What a stupid lamb."
"What a sick masochistic lion."
-Edward Cullen, Bella Swan-Twilight
"Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving." -Edward Cullen-Twilight
"Man, you weigh a freaking ton! What have you been eating, rocks?"
"Why, is your head missing some?" –Max and Fang-MR-TAE
"They [Erasers] were bad fliers,"
Angel chimed in,"And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!-Angel-MR-SOF
"Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, especially hysterically.-Max-MR-FANG
"Fang! Come Back!" I started pulling his hair. Shaking his head and shoulders. Hard. "Wake up! Snap out of it! You stupid jerk! I am going to kill you if you die on me!"-Max-MR-FANG
"Max: "Okay guys, I had a couple thoughts I wanted to go over with you." Iggy: (pretends to snore loudly) Max: (throws another pinecone at him) Iggy: "Quit throwing things at me!"- Max and Iggy-MR-ATFW
"I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motor mouth of hers could have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer,"-Max-MR-TAE
10 Commandments of a Teenager
1) Thou shall not sneak out when parents are sleeping. (why wait that long)
2) Thou shall not do drugs. (alcohol lasts longer, not to mention being cheaper.)
3) Thou shall not steal from K-Mart. (Walmart has a bigger selection)
4) Thou shall not be arrested for vandalism. (destruction has a bigger effect, I can tell you all about this)
5) Thou shall not steal from your parents. (everyone knows grandma has more money)
6) Thou shall not get into fights. (Cat fight anyhow...just start them.)
7) Thou shall not skip class. (just take the whole day off)
8) Thou shall not strip in class. (Hooters pays more)
9) Thou shall not think about having sex. (like Nike says, "just do it")
10) Thou shall not help old ladies across the street. (just leave'm in the middle)
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom. . . I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say I'll die in a short time.
I just want to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying, and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave,
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive,
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
I saw this on a friends' profile, and I cried when I read it. Hundreds of people die every day because of DWI. And most of them are teenagers. Shouldn't this stop? This waste of life? Copy and paste this to your profile if you agree.
My name is May I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry," I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is May And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me. Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that
mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
You Are Pulling A Stunt Like The Flock Would When...
You have pulled a Max when: You make a snap decision without taking a lot of things into account.
You have pulled a Fang when: You are so deathly quiet it can be annoying sometimes.
You have pulled an Iggy when: You are given some string and a bunch of food, and you have the skill to either blow it up or cook something epic.
You have pulled a Nudge when: You can talk for 5 minutes straight without even thinking or letting anyone say anything.
You have pulled a Gazzy when: You fart super loud and the smell is capable of making someone pass out.
You have pulled an Angel when: You act sweet and innocent but in reality you are a plotting little villian.
MAXIMUM RIDE FAN QUESTIONS
1. Do you think Iggy is hot?
yes :D but not as much as Fang
2. Did you cry when Ari died?
no but i was like ong Ari nqaw :(
3. Do you think Fang is hot?
Yes Fang could make dudes gay im serious any one who dont think he is well you must be a mental retard
4. How do you pronounce Ari's name?
5. Do you laugh every time you read the name Mr. Chu?
Nope it wasnt reallly funny :L
6. -SPOILER ALERT- In MAX, did you laugh hysterically when Total started talking about marriage?
i dont laugh hysterically at books cos i would look werid :L but i was thinking lol shame
7. -SPOILER ALERT- Did you squeal at all the faxness in MAX?
nope but i had a huge smile on my face and was like OMG OMG :D
8. Did you angrily throw your book across the room when the flock split up?
nope i was like oh no he didnt -snaps fingers-
9. Who is your favorite character?
I love Max then Fang then Iggy
10. Do you like Jeb?
I don’t mind him he's ok kinda
11. -SPOILER ALERT- Were you making a genuine "WTF" face when Max and Fang grew gills?
I didn’t make the face, I said it
12. Did you think MAX was better than TFW
13. -SPOILER ALERT- Did you get slightly fed up with Nudge and Angel's slight attitudes in MAX?
uhm not really Angel a little dot but nah
14. Which book is your all time favorite?
uhm idk the first one lol
15. If the flock had a theme song, what would it be?
Umm... Mission Impossible lol or like a awesome song idk
16. Have you ever imagined the flock as a band playing whatever song comes up when listening to your iPod?
Yes! all the time lol
17. Who do you think the voice should be?
I'm not sure, but im thinking Jeb idk
18. Do you think one or more members of the flock should learn to play an instrument?
Defiantly. Max could sing and play guitar. Iggy on drums. Nudge on guitair and kay borad. Fang on Bass and singing :D
19. What bugged you the most about TFW?
20. MIGGY or FAX?
FAX all da way
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this; because in the Bible, it says that if you deny me, then I shall deny you before my Father in the gates of Heaven.
ONE DAY A DAD COMES HOME DRUNK AND MAD. HE PULLS OUT A GUN AND SHOOTS HIS WIFE AND THEN TURNS THE GUN ON HIMSELF. HIS LITTLE GIRL SITS BEHIND THE COUCH CRYING. THE POLICE CAME AND TOOK THE LITTLE GIRL TO A NEW FAMILY. HER FIRST DAY TO SUNDAY SCHOOL SHE WALKS INTO THE BUILDING AND SEES A PICTURE OF JESUS ON THE CROSS.
THE LITTLE GIRL ASKS THE TEACHER: How did that man get off the cross?
THE TEACHER REPLIED: He never did.
THE LITTLE GIRL ARGUED: Yes he did when mommy and daddy fought he sat next to me behind the couch telling me everything was gonna be alright...
66% of u won't repost this. BUT REMEMBER THE BIBLE SAID, ''DENY JESUS IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS AND I WILL DENY YOU IN FRONT OF MY FATHER."Repost this IF YOUR NOT ASHAMED. Let God's love spread
Daddy's Poem: (this poem made me cry when I readied it)
Her hair was up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow, Today was Daddy's Day at school and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home, Why the kids not might understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid, she knew just what to say, What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone, And that was why, once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all, About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddy's along the wall in back for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, a student from the class, To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare, Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't their. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one." another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her mom, And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, she slowly began to speak, And out of the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away, But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike, He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone, And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me he'll forever be in my heart. "with that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest, Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears, Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love, of a man not in her life, Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, She finished with a voice so soft, but it's message clear and loud."I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he is a Marine, and died just this past year, When a roadside bomb hit his convoy, and taught Canadians to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away, "And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise, A room full of daddy's and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside, Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him by her side."I know your with my daddy, "to the silence she called out, And what happened next, made believers out of those once filled with doubt. Not one of them could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed, But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant, long-stemmed, pink rose. And a child was blessed for only a moment, by the love of her shining star, And given the gift of believing that heaven is never to far. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire lifetime to forget them
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes .
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends .
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak .
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled...
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began ...
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
COCA COLA WENT TO TOWN
PEPSI COLA KNOCKED HIM DOWN
DR PEPPER PICKED HIM UP
NOW WE'RE DRINKING 7 UP.
7 UP CAUGHT THE FLU
AND NOW WE'RE DRINKING MOUNTAIN DEW
MOUNTAIN DEW FELL OFF THE MOUNTAIN
NOW WE'RE DRINKING WATER FOUNTAIN
WATER FOUNTAIN BROKE
AND NOW WE'RE DRINKING COKE!
Copy and Paste...this is hilarious
This is 'Aurora and Her Teddy Bear
Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
Copy this into your profile if you think child abuse is wrong.
Hi, my name is Kazu.
I like Writing and
I like Athletics.
I am running down the road
I suddenly tripped over.
I come home with a scatch on my knee.
My mummy begins to worry.
I tell her I am fine. S
he sighs and says ok.
I am at school.
I fall and hit a tree.
I am sent to the sickbay.
Then I am sent home.
Mummy takes me to the doctors.
The doctors tell mummy something.
Mummy starts to cry.
I tell her it's ok.
I'm not going to die.
She tells me I am starting.
Starting to be slower.
I don't know what it means.
But I have become sick.
I tell mummy it's ok.
I will become better.
Mummy starts to cry.
Do I have cancer?
Mummy says no.
Then what do I suppose.
As a year had past. I
struggle to walk.
My speech is getting slower.
It's hard for me to talk.
My friends like to help me.
My classmates like to run.
But I have to sit down.
And watch them have fun.
Then one day my teacher.
Comes to see mummy.
Daddy comes out.
And starts to get all snotty.
The teacher tells my parents.
I can no longer go to school.
My motion is too slow.
I ask the teacher slowly.
I am sorry I am useless.
I start to cry and beg her.
I want to go to school.
The teacher gives a smile.
And tells me she is sorry.
The school cant really help me.
The words were so cruel.
The day I had to leave.
My friends and classmates cried.
The boys upon the windows.
Wave to me goodbye.
I smile and sit in the car.
I am taken to a school.
A school with special people. J
ust like me and you.
I start to have some fun.
I made a lot of friends.
As many years passed again.
I talk too slow to understand.
I cannot run anymore.
And I struggle to even stand.
I cannot write in my diary.
My motion is too slow.
Then one day I am sent.
To the hospital again.
Now many years have passed.
I lie in a warm bed.
I cannot move my body.
I cannot move again. I
talk very slowly.
I cannot move my head.
My mummy sits there crying.
My daddy looks depressed.
I ask my mummy sadly.
Am I going to die.
My mother holds my hand.
Yells and starts to cry.
A few more years later.
I have to shut my eyes.
I cannot talk or move.
I seem to have died.
Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.
Please copy and paste this onto your profile if you believe, as I do, that the things listed below are horrible and inhumane.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.
I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
This one is scary believe me when I say it: This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia
Take 3 minutes and try this...it will freak you out...BUT NO CHEATING!
This game has a funny/spooky outcome.
Don't read ahead...just do it in order! It's worth a try.
First..get a pen and paper. When you actually choose names, make sure it's people you actually know and go with your first instinct.
Scroll down one line at a time...and don't read ahead or you'll ruin it!
1. First, write the numbers 1 through 11 in a column.
2. Then, beside numbers 1 and 2, write down any two numbers you want.
3. Beside the 3 and 7, write down the names of members of the opposite sex.
4. Write anyone's name (like friends or family...) in the 4th, 5th, and 6th spots.
5. Write down four song titles in 8,9,10, and 11. (Go with your instincts!)
6. Finally, make a wish.
And now the key for the game...
1. You must tell (the number in space 2) people about this game.
2. The person in space 3 is the one that you love.
3. The person in 7 is one you like but can't work out.
4. You care most about the person you put in 4.
5. The person you name in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.
6. The person you name in 6 is your lucky star.
7. The song in 8 is the song that matches with the person in number 3.
8. The title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.
9. The tenth space is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.
10. 11 is the song telling you how you feel about life
NOW...post this bulletin (don't reply) within the hour. IF you do, your wish will come true...
If you don't it will become the opposite.
OMG THIS WAS SO FRICKING SCARY! IT ACTUALLY WORKED! YOU HAVE TO TRY IT!... it didnt work T.T
Kids Are Quick
TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America .
MARIA: Here it is.
TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?
TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.
TEACHER: Glen, how do you spell 'crocodile?'
TEACHER: No, that's wrong
GLEN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.
TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?
DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.
TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.
TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.
TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ' I. '
MILLIE: I is..
TEACHER: No, Millie... Always say, 'I am.'
MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'
TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.
TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.
TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?
CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.
TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
HAROLD: A teacher
What the F-ing Fuck? - i just read that on someones page and i was like omg hahahahhahahahahaha :D so i stole it ;)
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