Author has written 18 stories for Naruto, Beyblade, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Code Geass, Prince of Tennis, Eyeshield 21, Transformers, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Blue Exorcist/青の祓魔師.
I once posted a lot of things here but... let's do some cleaning ok?
If you can read this message, you are blessed, because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
If you can read that please put it in your profile.
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile
92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Finch decided that it was not cool to breathe anymore. Copy and paste this into your profile if you'd be part of the 8 percent laughing your head off.
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or the vise versa copy this into your profile.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which 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 onto your profile!
If you have ever ran into a door, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever forgotten your name while introducing yourself, copy this to your profile.
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you forgot your phone number when some one asks for it copy this into your profile.
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If you approve of gay-marrigaes put this on your profile and add your name to the list. Gaara's-pandachan101,678yui-julie-and-kiki-kitten,Demon Lord Sesshomaru, Blood Red Tensai, Flying_Shadow666, EmInArEvOl
If you think that i'm making you think too much then copy this onto your profile.
If you think that if girls should rule the world and it would be a better place then copy this onto your profile.
If you are still a yaoi-fangirl in hiding but you’ve found at least ONE friend who knows who you are and knows your secret and is ok with it or is a yaoi-fangirl too, please copy and paste this into your profile.
Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends, please repost this into your profile:
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
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
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 did not 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.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents she loves another female.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end 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 ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
REMEMBER WHEN ..
Copy and Paste this into your profile if you still feel like a kid inside!
Try not to Cry
Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mummy, I was a good girl,
I did what I was told,
I went to school, got straight A's, and I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said goodbye,
I'm sorry that I had to go,
but Mummy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny,
got the gun from his brother.
Mummy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack, my boyfriend;
That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear, sweet grandmother;
I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends;
That they always were the best,
Mummy, I'm not the first,
I'm no better than the rest.
Mummy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, and please don't let this pass.
Mummy, why'd it have to be me?
No one though, deserves this,
But Mummy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
And Mummy tell the doctors;
I know that they really did try,
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mummy, I'm slowly dying,
with a bullet in my chest,
But Mummy please remember,
I'm in heaven with the rest.
When I heard that great, big crack,
I ran as fast as I could,
Please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go with college,
I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy,
on that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mummy, I must go now,
the time is getting late, Mummy, tell my Zack,
I'm sorry to cancel our date.
I love you Mummy, I always have,
I know you know it's true,
And Mummy all I need to say is, "Mummy, I love you."
Now you have 2 choices;
1.) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "Try not to Cry"
2.) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are ...
A POEM I FOUND ON CHILD ABUSE! PLZ PASS IT ON!
My name is Tiffany
I am 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 do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my Mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is tiffany
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
On with it!
Her name was Auroura
Her dad was a drunk
Her only friend
She always talked to it
Until her parents
A bruise on her leg
But she grabs her bear
She sits in the corner
Such a bad life
Then one night
Then her mom suddenly
She thrusted the blade
The mom walked out
Police showed up
One officer slowly
It must have been bad
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!
If you fall for this please put it in your profile, I fell for it too:
You know you live in 2007 when...
1.) You accidentaly enter your password on a microwave.
2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years
3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or my space
4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV
6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.
7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.
8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.
9.) and you were too busy to notice number 5.
10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.
11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.
12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 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 that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform 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 could 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 his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
You know? Some people just has the audacity. To be so bold in their betrayal. I wish I was like them, shrugging off everything so easily. But really, what irks me the most is that, some people have the audacity to let you think you still have the chance, to let you hope only to so callously crush that remaining hope. Then within minutes of them crushing your hope you see a single email that says... That the person is now following you. You're so bold faced to do that. Go ahead, make my day.
But this much I promise. I promise to stay away. Forever. So stay away from me too. So let me re-post a poem I've had here on this page for a long long time.
Hey you! Yes, you!
Can you tell me, what it means to be happy?
Everybody keeps telling me
that it comes natural to everybody
so why don't I?
I was standing still then I started walking
though I can't really see ahead
Oh! I slipped, stupid clumsy me
What's this on my hand?
I see CRIMSON red. I tasted it
It tasted metallic.
I tried to look for the source of the liquid
then I suddenly feel an itch behind my back
I groped my back to scratch the itch
then i felt something that was sticking out my back
I pulled it out, well what do you know a knife!
It looks familiar though like the one I gave to a friend
I hear them laughing
But I just smiled at them like they did nothing
until I slipped into unconsciousness they kept laughing.