Author has written 3 stories for Yu Yu Hakusho, Trinity Blood, and Majin Tantei Nōgami Neuro.
ACK!!!! Stupid School... I not need learn grammar... or speelling...
My brother looked at my friend's pen name:Fmalover and called it "Femer lover"...yeah, that's my brother for ya!
My favorite quotes:
"Happiness is like peeing in your pants: everyone else can see it, but only you can feel the warmth."-no idea whose this is.
"Goodness and evil are kinda like beauty: only through God's eyes can you truly tell the difference."- MY QUOTE! DON'T STEAL!
"When a wizard frowns: run.
When a wizard smiles: run faster
When a wizard laughs: its too late to run."- i don't remember whose this one is either... but my brother claimed it as his own.
"COOKIE!"- My friend, Tsumi's quote...I asked her to write down her favorite quote and this is what i got (sigh)
"The Force is like duck tape: Its got a light side, a dark side and holds the universe together"- Nikola's quote... it really should be Missie's...
"Impossible is what fools call the very difficult possible"~ Missie and her older sister's quote
'Whack'~ the sound of Missie hitting you with a book because you disturbed her reading.
"A fool dreams of wealth, a wise woman of happiness" ~Morla
"This is Blonde discrimination!" ~ also Morla, whenever we try to take her sunglasses off...
"A Wise man once said, 'I don't know, ask a girl.'"~ My older sister
"..."~ Aya, i got no response because she was listening to music... which she does most of the time...
"Bam, Bam, Bam!" "Whack"~Pyro when she's excited about a fight scene
"Take that, Rodger Rabbit!"~ I was eating Starburst, Skittles and Mountain Dew, all at the same time, while talking to my mom how i was probably going to still be bouncing when she got home... Rodger Rabbit never bounced in the movie...
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1051057/'What is this?' you might ask? Its the url for Pyro's thing...
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/723652/and this is for Tsumi
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/987075/and this for Aya... well, at least i think its her... carp! i would be really bad if it wasn't... .'
92 percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. if you are one of the 8 who would be laughing your head off put this in your profile
98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy this in your profile.
If you know someone who should get run over by a bus, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever been so obsessed with something that now everyone is scared of you because of its effects, 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 fallen up the stairs, copy this into your profile
If you have ever tripped over air/ground, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa, copy this into your profile.
Fun times... Fun times:
My brother, sister and I were on the coach when they started fighting and my older sister ended up basically in my lap and the only view of my brother was a single foot. While they were still going at it, I decided that I didn’t want to be crushed and since my sister couldn't get off of me until my brother stopped attacking her, I reached over and dug my fingernails into his sock clad foot.
“Stop it Rioki!”
“I’m hitting you with a phonebook and you scream ‘stop it Rioki’? Rioki, what are you doing?”
"I have his foot and long nails..."
"How come that her fingernails through your socks hurt more than me hitting you with a phone book?"
Later, while I was writing the above down, my sister and brother went at it again and I hear my sister start laughing her head off.
“Ian just ran his head into my shoe!”
“That’s like, twenty times worst than the time I ran into your fist!”
(My first driving lesson)
"LESSON STOPS WHEN THE TEACHER SCREAMS!" My sister as I parked the car.
"But I was no where near that curb! Honest!"
(Older sisters say the darnest things)
My sister noticed she had an odd bruise on the inside of her arm, but she couldn't figure out how she got it... until one day:
"Maybe I bruised myself... It lines up with my nose..."
The Weird Noises my sister makes only around me:
"AHH! Thers-a-bla!" (Translation :Ah! Theres a man out there!)
More to come soon...
Pictures of Sakura from Ghosts Resurrected:
In case your wondering about where her metal band is, its around her ankle in both pictures.
I'm sure some of you are wondering, "Where'd the Guardian Stories go?"
Well, due to the fact that I wouldn't sway to my editor, I had to stop writing the story. And then, when I was writing Ghosts Resurrected, I realized that I sucked when I wrote the first two... So, if I ever move away (because my ex-editor knows where I live at the moment), and have time and feel like it, I might re-write the stories and continue them... sorry for those of you who loved them and have lost them... I still have all of your reviews so I am aware of your sadness... if you were sad...
Okay, I promised myself never to put any of those chain letter thingies in my profile (even after reading about the girl that will appear on my ceiling in the middle of the night and suffocate me... the guy who did it said some magic words and because I read them she's going to come after me? Why would he do that? Wouldn't she come after him first for saying them? Anyways...) but these two I had to (the ones underneath the creepy girl one). If you don't want to read them, skip the bold.
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.
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 afterall, 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart