Hey, people or at least those in Malaysia! My school, SMK USJ 13, is having a carnival day on the 29th, Sunday. We have many different types of food and cold deserts, a mini carnival complete with a maze at our padang, a jumble sale, DJ, games and lucky draw, we are ALSO having not 1 or 2 but FIVE haunted houses! All of them are done by the form fives so you know the product's gonna be good. Choose you pick or collect the tickets for ALL of them and decide for yourself which one's the best of the lot. ;) (Choose 5 Bakti's 'THE HAUNTED'!) Do come and support us!! :)
GUYS!! Go WATCH this and SUPPORT KONY 2012! Wars are horrible and it is all really happening, right now while you are reading this. Imagine, while you are relaxing or happily chatting with your friends or eating or laughing in the safety of your home, CHILDREN are being abducted, raped and forced to use guns to kill RIGHT NOW. Kony's crimes have to be stopped. What he is doing is so very WRONG and completely DESPICABLE. What he is doing now is very real and horrifying. Imagine if there was a war going on HERE. Wouldn't YOU desperately want all the bad things to just STOP? Yes, all these things might be happening really far away, countries away and you may think it doesn't concern you; that you have better things to do, take note, THEY are real people like you and me and any random stranger you pass by on the road or at the mall. If you just ignore these people's plight, it is exactly the same as seeing someone getting getting raped right in front of you but not do anything to help her. The movie is only 30 minutes. Exams are over and the holidays has begun so we got a lot of free time. WATCH and SUPPORT!! It takes just a little of your time and you will not be wasting it.
Hey there folks!
My name is Grace. That's the only info about me that I will give out to you people. And by the my name you can guess what gender I am.
This is one very underrated fanfic(in my opinion) that I hope for more people to read (and review!). This was one of my very first fanfic I had read and I would really appreciate I more people would read it..
Favourite books are :
a) The Wheel of Time series( I ADORE/LOVE/LIKE/CAN"T LIVE WITHOUT/MUST HAVE them),
b) The Sword of Truth series(On the caliber of the Wheel of Time series. The authors are both master storytellers),
c) Harry Potter(I Love You JKR for writting such amazing stories!!),
d) The Dresden's Files,
e) The Chronicles of Narnia,
f) the Agent Angel series,
g) The Pendragon series,
h) the Alex Rider series,
i) Percy Jackson and The Last Olympian series
and much, much more.
And now I want tell those authors who haven't updated for awhile to UPDATE already!!
Ok, how many of you have read about that story where the guy and the girl are on the motorcyle where he is riding super fast and she's scared so he gives her his helmet. Then, it turns out that the breaks were dead and he knew so he gave her the helmet so she could be safe? And now everyone 'awwws' over the power of 'true love' or whatever? Now, how many of you have actually READ that frikin' thing?
Point 1: He's driving fast and she tells him she's scared
If my boyfriend did that and just laughed and handed me a helmet, I would demand he pull over RIGHT NOW so I could break up with him. I would NEVER stay in a relationship with someone who thinks it's fun to go over 100mph on a motorcyle, and then have the gall to tell their girlfriend 'nah, this is fun!' when she tells him she's scared. Besides, if a guy belittled my fears like that, I would kick him. Hard. And he'd deserve it. Jerk. Maybe the brakes are broken, but that doesn't excuse the fact that they were already going waaaay too fast.
Point 2: Neither of them would survived.
It's a motorcycle. And they were going over 100mph. Before the brakes broke. No, the helmet wouldn't save her, and even if by some miraculous happenstance it did, there's about NO WAY that she wouldn't be somehow seriously crippled for life.
Point 3: Why didn't the girl not having a helmet bother him earlier?
The idiot only started to care when he realized that 'oops, maybe things DO happen, bad things happen to young people and bad things are happening right now.' Why didn't he offer the helmet to her BEFORE the ride? Why didn't they BOTH have helmets? Seriously, it's just common sense.
Point 4: 'Copy and paste this if you would do this for someone you love.'
No. Never. That would just be encouraging other people as well as putting stupid ideas into some young, romantic and gullible minds not to mention giving of the impression that riding a bike without helmets is OKAY. That is suicide/homicide right there, people.
Maybe I'm complaining about some sweet, fluffy, feel-good aww junk but really, people get killed for real because they do things like speeding on motorcycles without helmets. I know that the point of the story was that the guy loved the girl and saved her by giving up his helmet, but there are more plot holes in that little anecdote than in an extra-holey peice of swiss cheese! Not to mention the fact that it makes killing yourself and your girlfriend look cool and romantic. It is not. So guys? Think of a better Valentine's Day gift.
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 years of age 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 God 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?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
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 this big smile on his face. It was 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 story of 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) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this 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 are no beginnings and there are no endiings... Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. So appreciate it and be grateful.
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football, to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
So, if you love your dad, post this on your profile.