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NAME: SHAINA (THAT'S WHY MY PEN NAME IS KHSHAY)
WHERE I LIVE: PHILIPPINES!
AGE: UH... I'D RATHER NOT.
LIKES/LOVE: KINGDOM HEARTS(ANOTHER REASON WHY MY PEN NAME IS KHSHAY), DRAWING, INTERNET, VACATION, MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY, GOD, AND ETC.
RELIGION:CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC, I DON'T KNOW
BIRTHDAY: JANUARY 8, 19XX THIS IS MY REAL B-DAY EXCEPT FOR THE "XX"! (OTHERS PUT FAKE B-DAY ON THERE PROFILE LIKE IN FACEBOOK)
GENDER: FEMALE (IN CASE NO ONE KNOWS)
HOW I DESCRIBE MYSELF: SHY, TWO PERSONALITY MEANING: ONE OUTSIDE, ONE ON THE INTERNET, QUIET, ADDICTED WITH INTERNET AND KINGDOM HEARTS, BAD WITH SPORTS, ALWAYS DISAPPOINTS MY PARENTS AND CLASSMATES, SMART, WEIRD, KIND OF LIKE A SPY(JOKE! :) ), BAD MEMORY EVEN AT THIS YOUNG AGE (THERE'S A VERY SHORT STORY BELOW ABOUT IT), VERY BAD AT FINDING THINGS EVEN IF IT'S REALLY CLOSE.
ONE THING I'M PROUD OF: I AM PROUD TO BE PINOY!!!
FAVE ANIMES/MANGAS/GAMES LIST(RANDOM ORDER):
HAYATE NO GOTOKU/HAYATE THE COMBAT BUTLER
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG
MEGA MAN: STAR FORCE
KIMI NI TODOKE
HAYATE X BLADE
HAJIMETE NO AKU/MY FIRST MR. AKU
THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU
AND MANY MORE
WHAT I LIKE ON A STORY:
-EASY TO UNDERSTAND
-A NICE PLOT
-HAVE A LITTLE ROMANCE AND COMEDY
-MOSTLY ADVENTURE STORY
- PREFER LONG CHAPTERS (LIKE TO READ) BUT CAN BE SHORT CHAPTERS JUST NEEDS TO HAVE LOTS OF CHAPTERS
-UH... I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING MORE
WHY I LIKE KINGDOM HEARTS:
BECAUSE IT'S COOL
COMPLICATED PLOT THAT I CAN PUZZLE OUT
FILLS IN PLOT HOLES
THE STORY IS UM... WtStiG(WORDS THAT SAYS THAT IT'S GOOD) X)
COMPLICATED DESIGN ON CLOTHES THAT CAN BE REFERENCES TO MY DRAWINGS
WHY MY MEMORY IS BAD (DON'T KNOW WHAT MORE TO WRITE ON MY PROFILE SO THIS IS VERY SHORT STORY ABOUT HOW AND WHERE I THINK I GOT MY BAD MEMORY, I CONCLUDED THAT THIS IS THE REASON WHY CX )
THIS HAPPENED WAY BACK WHEN I WAS 4, 5 OR 6 YEARS OLD (I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER).
ONE DAY, MANY OF MY COUSINS CAME TO MY HOUSE TO VISIT FOR AN OCCASION, I DON'T KNOW WHY 'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ADULTS ARE TALKING ABOUT AND I'M UNAWARE OF WHAT DAY IT IS.
SO ANYWAYS, WE WERE INSIDE A ROOM WITH A METAL CABINET AND OTHER FURNITURE THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER, MY COUSINS, MY BROTHERS AND I WERE PLAYING OUR NINTENDO GAMECUBE AND I WAS SITTING ON A LITTLE CAR JUST BESIDE THEM PLAYING (WELL I THINK I WAS PLAYING WITH THEM).MY ELDEST BROTHER SAID SOMETHING THAT GOT ME EXCITED.
I WAS SO EXCITED THAT I ROCKED THE LITTLE CAR UNTIL I FELL AND BANGED MY HEAD ON THE METAL CABINET THAT I MENTIONED EARLIER.I WAS BLEEDING SO MUCH I WAS MOVED TO THE SOFA AND PUT A BAG WITH ICE, AND I CAN HEAR MY MOM CRYING ON TOP OF ME AND I BLACKED OUT.
THE NEXT MORNING (I SUPPOSEDLY THINK THAT), I WAS IN A DAZE AND TRYING TO REMEMBER WHY WAS I ON THE SOFA THEN I REMEMBERED THE ACCIDENT AND IMMEDIATELY PUT MY HANDS ON MY HEAD AND FINDING WHERE I BLED AND FOUND OUT THAT I GOT A LUMP ON MY HEAD AND THAT LUMP HAS NO HAIR NO IT, I FIGURED SOMEONE CUT MY HAIR THEIR, AFTER WHAT HAD HAPPENED NO ONE MENTIONED THAT ACCIDENT AGAIN UNTIL RIGHT NOW, THAT MEANS ON THIS PROFILE. THIS IS SUCH AN EMBARRASSING ACCIDENT SO WHY AM I TELLING THIS TO YOU?
THAT'S ALL THAT I CAN SAY!!!!
OH YEAH, I HAVE TWO RULES:
1. I WILL NOT UPDATE MY STORIES UNTIL THERE IS SOMEONE WHO REVIEWS MY STORIES, "THERE'S NO POINT IN WRITING A STORY IF NO ONE READS IT" AN AUTHOR WROTE THAT ON HIS/HER STORY OR SOMETHING .
2. I WILL ALWAYS PUT SMILEYS EVERYWHERE, ON MY STORIES, REVIEWS, EVERYWHERE(SOMEONE PM ME IF I DIDN'T PUT A SMILEY ON MY REVIEWS OR STORIES)! STARTING NOW! XD, CX, :D, :), ;), ;D, X)
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.
DO NOT READ BELLOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET CURSED
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this 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 suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia
sorry I'm just scared at this kind of things :P
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. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! Tahts so cool! If you could read that put it in your profile!
Child Abuse :’(
Disclaimer: I don’t own this poem.
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 dad 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 I'm locked up,
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is all dark,
My folk aren’t at home
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car;
My daddy is back from Charlie's bar.
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 it’s my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at 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 it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted,
Into an 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,
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 affected do something about it! Si I'll ask you to do is pass it on!
96% of teens won't stand up for God. Put this on you page if you're one of the 4% who will.