Hi and welcome to my profile. here's a bit about me.
Gender: Female and proud of it.
Height: Erm 5"3' i think
General Appearence: still NUNYAH:)
Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Reading Manga.
Favorite Shows: CSI: Miami, CSI: LA, Mythbusters, It takes A Thief, Law & Order: SVU, Charmed, Dirt Jobs, Plant's most Amazing Vidoes.
Favorite Anime/Manga: D.Gray-man, Bleach, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Claymore, Gundam Seed, Gundam Seed Destiny, Black Cat, Spiral, Trinity Blood, Rurouni Kenshin, Digimon, Naruto, YuGiOh, Wolfs Rain, W.I.T.C.H., Code: Lyoko, Trnasformers Armada/Cybertron/Energon...hmmm, can't think of any other ones at the moment.
Favorite Authors/Books: Sarah Dessen: The Truth About Forever, Just Listen, This Lullaby, Someone Like You, Keeping The Moon, That Summer, Dreamland, Teresa Slack: Streams of Mercy, Redemptions Song, Evidence of Grace, A Tender Reed, The Ultimate Girls Guide to Darcy Carter, Libba Bray: A Great and Teribble Beauty, Rebel Angels, Stuart Hill: Cry of the Icemark, Blade of fire, All the Harry Potter Books, Cornelia Funke: InkHeart, InkSpell, Dragon Rider, Gordon Korman: Kidnapped: The Abduction, The Search, The Rescue, Eoin Colfer: all his Artimes Fowl books, Eragon, Eldest, An Na: Wait For Me, Tamora Pierce: The Circle of Magic, the CIrcle Opens, The Will of the Empress, Phantom Stallion, Gaurdiens of Ga'Hoole, and alot of others.
Favorite Quote Ever:
"Forgive me my God for my choice of words but SHIT!" from the Chrono Crusade story the Dark One. excellent story, recommend reading it.
Cortana: I know what you're thinking--and it's crazy. Master Chief: So? Stay here. Cortana: Unfortunately for us both, I like crazy.
Halo 2 Cortana: It just repeats itself over and over. "Regret...regret..." Any idea what it means? Admiral Johnson: 'Dear Humanity: We regret bein' alien bastards We regret comin' to Earth. And we most definitely regret the core just blew up on a raggedy-ass fleet!' Two Marines: Boo-rah!
Halo 2 "For a brick, he flew pretty good!" --Admiral Johnson,
Halo 2 "Could we possibly make any more noise? (Master Chief pulls out rocket launcher) ...I guess so." --Cortana, Halo 2
"After that stunt on the Cairo, I know you're not scared of heights..." --Cortana, Halo 2
"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me." --Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
"But why is the rum gone?" --Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Carribean
Jack Sparrow: How far are you willing to go for your bonny lass? Will Turner: I'd die for her. Jack Sparrow: Oh. good. No worries, then. Pirates of the Carribean
"You know you're blond when you ask the teacher what she wants during role call." --Miriku
"Rules of drinkable medicine. One; if it smells good, it tastes bad. Two; if it smells bad, it tastes like shit." --Terrance Cosby (His grandfather is Bill Cosby...weird, hunh?)
"There are three rules to fictional writing. The problem is, no one knows what they are!" --Unknown (For now, anyway...)
"The departmental interpreters of law in Washington can always be depended on to take a reasonably good law and interpret the common sense out of it." --Mark Twain
"Everything will be all right in the end. If it's not all right, then it's not the end." --Anynoymous
"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." --Anonymous
"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." --Anonymous
"A friend is a quiet angel who lifts us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." --Anonymous
“Antarctica will live comfortably in hell before that happens” quote from my friend Christy
“Hell will become holy ground before that happens,” quote from Me
“Why is it when you want to cry…and let all those tears and feeling out…you just…can’t,” unknown
“Heaven doesn’t want me and Hell thinks I’ll take over,” Unknown
“Death is really the only forever thing we face in life. Except it and move on.” unknown
I read this on another profile and decided to put it on mine. This poem is touching and very true, even though a mother can't have an abortion after six months of pregenacy cause the baby is to developed. but still this is a very sad poem and I, personally, can't understand why someone would willingly take a perfectly healthy babies life away. i can understand if nature or an accident or if the pregnacy is impossible but other than that i can't understand.
Mommy I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Mommy my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it?
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Mommy I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed post this in your profile
Love vs. Sex
A teenage girl about 17 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?
Repost this as Love vs. Sex 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.
I bet 93 percent of you people that read this won't repost
My name is sarah
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 started 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
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
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
The Passing of an Old Friend:
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do indisciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.