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Some people put real-life info on their profile page.
Don't expect anything like that from me. Maybe I'm overly cautious or whatever, but... I know that there are some really scary people online... so don't ask, I'm never going to tell you.
Even if you DO know me in real life, I request (strongly) that we only go by screen name basis. I know, I sound overly cautious, but I take internet safety extremely seriously. You should take it seriously as well.

No, my user name does not include any personal information, it's based off of the names of a pair of characters that live in my head and entertain me when I get bored.

Nickname: Ammy (or Xion. Really, either half of the username works)
Birthday: Need-to-know information, sorry. Too private for the internet.
Gender: XX (figure it out yourself)
Age: School-aged.
Job: School. Obviously. Not telling what year though. I'll just say they give too much homework.

Current Events in XionAmmy's Real Life:
—My cousin died (RIP. We'll miss you.)
—Summer Vacation (so, free time. Mostly.)

Obviously Sarcastic Reasons Against Gay Marriage:

1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall. (Pfft! If that were true, Edward Elric would be really tall by now!)

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract. (Dude, that’s just… Okay, one, it’s idiotic, and two, who the *CENSORED* wants to marry their dog?)

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed. (I’ve never even heard of that. Granted, I practically live under a rock… but still!)

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children. (Ever heard of overpopulation?)

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children. (Is that not the reason why we even have this issue to begin with?)

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America. (To quote the Bill of Rights, "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.”)

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans… — (If you agree with this one… I would really like to see the rock you’ve been hiding under for the past few decades—or centuries.)

Please re-post this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage. (But make sure to remove my comments, s’il vous plait.)

I Don't Judge
I dont judge people by their religion
I dont judge people by their looks.
I dont judge people by race.
I dont judge people if they are straight, gay, bi, lesbian, or whatever.
I dont judge people if they have a disorder.
I just don't judge people. And you shouldn't, either. Copy and paste the bold on your profile if you dont judge people for who they are.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism. (Hell yeah I do!)

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 boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am 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.
I am the one that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them the truth.
We are the couple who can't get the tax benefits of companionship because we are both the same gender.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret, because I won't risk losing my family and friends.
I am the sibling that gets called a fag just because my brother isn't ashamed of who he is.
I am the girl that was assaulted behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a "real woman".
I am the Christian who is discriminated against because many of my faith are not as accepting.
I am the guy down the street that can't get a disability pension because my partner is a male.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the world who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won't let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of homes because they were honest with their families.
I am the religious leader that was excommunicated because I said that God loves everyone, regardless of their sexual preference.
I am the woman who suffers domestic violence because I was pushed into a marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.
I am the girl who struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.
I am the football player scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the Christian that can't find a pastor to marry me to my soul mate, who is the same gender as I, in the eyes of God.
I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family won't let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one because it was "gay".
I am the adolescant ashamed to tell my own friends I am a homosexual because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year because I told my teachers that I was homosexual. One said I was going to hell; the other wanted to cure me.
We are the parents who buried out daughter long before her time just because she was "different".
I am the daughter, the girl you raised and loved. Now you won't talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having grandchildren and you are afraid of telling your friends for shame.
I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves.
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 adopt me.
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.
I am the person that cannot be myself for fear of what others will think of me.
I am the person who wants to be treated like a human being instead of an animal.
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 wanted to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the child I bore, nursed, and raised. The court said I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grew 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 girl who believes God killed my uncle because the day before I started dating my first girlfriend.
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.
We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.
I am the best friend, the same person you grew up with and told your secrets to, the person you don't talk to anymore because my partner is a woman.
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 one who was not allowed to attend church because my "sin" would taint the other members.
I am the teenager who gets kicked off an all-girls swim team because I told one of the coaches about my girlfriend.
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 one who was shot and killed in a place I thought safe because of my preferences.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the girl who is always crying herself to sleep at night because I am afraid of my mother finding out just exactly who I love with all my heart.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

If the parents are proved guilty of abusing their children, the government will take the children and place them with foster families. However, not all foster families are willing to take the children if they misbehave, and often, they'll be passed from one foster family to another. The government has made the fostering system to help these children, including building child rehabilitation centers to take them in, but as soon as the children turn 18 and age out of the system, they're on their own. Statistics proved that only two out of ten children can succeed in life, while the others either became criminals or died. It is a sad fact, but true. I am strongly against child abuse! Children should be cared and loved, not hurt. It is very sad that some people just don't realize how beautiful and precious they are.

XA: I found this in a story I read on this site. It breaks my heart to know that parents can be that cruel to their children, and it upsets me even more to know that the odds of being successful after an abused childhood are so low. My parents care about my future. They may seem as if they are nagging me, but they are really preparing me for my future. Abandoned and abused children don't get that support.
If you agree with me, I beg of you, PLEASE copy and paste this entire section to your profile and add your name to the list. Support the children; they are the future.
XionAmmy

I am against child abuse.

My name is May,
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 it’s 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 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 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 May,
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help;
Sickens me to the soul
If you read this
And don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness;
You would have to be
One heartless person
Not to be affected
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Her name was Aurora,
She was only five.
This is what happened
When she was alive.

Her dad was a drunk,
Her mom was an addict;
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic.

Her only friend
was a little toy bear.
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair.

She always talked to it
When no one is around.
She lays there and hugs it,
Not a peep of sound.

Until her parents
unlock the door;
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure.

A bruise on her leg,
A scar on her face;
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries.
She loves her parents,
But they want her to die.

She sits in the corner,
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid;
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did.

Then one night
Her mom came home high.
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by.

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade;
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made.

She thrust the blade
Right into her chest:
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out,
Leaving the girl slowly dying.
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying.

Police showed up
At the small little house.
They quickly barged in;
Everything was as quiet as a mouse.

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor.

It must have been bad
Going through all that harm,
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms.

Child abuse, no matter how you define it, is morally wrong and unjust. If you are against child abuse, repost this in your profile to stop the senseless and needless death of helpless, defenseless little kids. - that was so sad, I almost cried... *sniffle*

:Your One and Only Wish
Do it one by one, don't look ahead!

1. Write the name of a person of the opposite sex.

2. Which is your favorite color out of red, black, blue, green, yellow?

3. Your first initial?

4. Your month of birth?

5. Which color do you like more, black or white?

6. Name of a person of the same sex as yours.

7. Your favorite number?

8. Do you like California or Florida more?

9. Do you like the lake or the ocean more?

10. Write down a wish (a realistic one).

Are you done?

If so, scroll down

(don't cheat—)

THE ANSWERS

1. You are completely in love with this person.

2. If you choose:

Red: You are alert and your life is full of love.

Black: You are conservative and aggressive.

Green: Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back.

Blue: You are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones you

love.

Yellow: You are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are

down.

3. If your initial is:

A-K: You have a lot of love and friendships in your life.

L-R: You try to enjoy life to the maximum and your love life is soon to

blossom.

S-Z: You like to help others and your future love life looks very good.

4. If you were born in:

Jan.-Mar.: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you

fall in love with someone totally unexpected.

Apr.-June: You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but

the memories will last forever.

July-Sept.: You will have a great year and will experience a major life

changing experience for the good.

Oct.-Dec.: Your love life will not be too great, but eventually you will find your

soulmate.

5. If you choose...

Black: Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time

but will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change.

White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do

anything for you, but you may not realize it.

6. This person is your best friend.

7. This is how many close friends you have in a lifetime.

8. If you choose...
California: You like adventure.
Florida: You are a laidback person.

9. If you choose...
Lake: You are loyal to your friends and your love. And you are very reserved.
Ocean: You are spontaneous and like to please people.

10. This wish will come true only if you RE-POST THIS BULLETIN in one hour and it will come true before your next birthday!

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen Teetering On The Brink Of Insanity Past The Point Of No Return Man Life Sucks, The Poisoned Doughnut of DOOM, -'TophToph'-, StroodleDoodledFuhn, Lexabeta, Estrella Girl, Indigo3041, Kirity-Kitty, OokamiMori, FMASaiyukiFanatic, Kaito X Len - Banana Split, XionAmmy

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with a lot of things, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone- Bearhug946, EdwardCullenEqualsLife, Stephanie Deux,Randomenated-Cullen!, MiniBellaSwan, Jayleen-Cullen-Whitlock-Hale, Emmett or Edward, crazyhypervampiregurl, Rainpool989, Sacred-Spirit-Mirror, Moon Dragon94, DinosaursgoRawr101, NekoGirl2BusyWriting2Flirt, Alphafangdemon, KairiMcEwin, XionAmmy

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile and add your name to the list: Sunlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Moonlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRl777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, blissfulmememories, Vampire Apple, Kitsune Onna1, YourConscience813, angelicordemonic138, Feed Meh Bacon, DooomWolf, unluckyXIII, Elizabeth Anne19, Daota1, XionAmmy

If you think that being unique is better than being cool, then put this on your profile.

If you often get attacked by plot bunnies, copy and paste this onto your profile.

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94 percent of teens would be dead if Twilight said breathing wasn't cool. Copy & Paste this into your profile if you'd be one of the 6 percent rofl-ing. (Yeah, like no one's done THIS one before...)

98% of young girls would cry if they saw Edward Cullen in flames. If you're part of the 2% that would be holding marshmallows on a stick, copy this onto your profile.

If you are obsessed with fanfiction, copy this into your profile.

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile. (Pfft, I still get excited over just one. That’s why I always reply as soon as I realize there’s a new review.)

If you think that writing fanfics is fun, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are obsessed with fanfiction, copy this into your profile.

If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you've ever lost someone you loved, copy and paste this onto your profile. (Animals count!)

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you zone out during the day imagining that same dream continuing on, then copy and paste this on your profile.

If you have ever yelled at an inanimate object, copy and paste this into your profile. (This happens a lot for me. Usually when I'm mad at said inanimate object. None too surprisingly, video games and my computer are usually the targets of such rants.)

If you can read mirror writing (backwards words with backwards letters) without a mirror, and/or write mirror writing freehand, copy and paste this on your profile. (It seems like the second condition would be dependent on the first, but whatever.)

If you've ever answered a rhetorical question, copy and paste this into your profile. (Believe it or not, I do this one a lot more than most people. On accident, too... TTxTT)

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Will always be like "well you deserve better".
BEST FRIENDS: Will prank call him and say "you'll die in 7 days"

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when you get rejected
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to him and say “it’s because your gay, isn't it?"

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say “Bitch, drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella
BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say ‘RUN, BITCH, RUN!'

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS:Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS:Would be sitting next to you, sayin' "THAT WAS FRICKING AWSOME"

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Have you on speed dial.

FRIENDS:Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS:Will confort you when the guy rejects you.
BEST FRIENDS:Will go up to him and say ‘it’s becuase your gay, isn't it?'

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, direct quotes from you included.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that’s what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd’s ass for leaving you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Are just for a while.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems… but when it comes to them, they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 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, though, 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—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 hoping 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?

SEE WHAT I MEAN!? DARN HER!! How do I NOT repost this?

XA: The above story restored my personal belief that there is someone (or something) up there watching over us. AMEN! XD

And now, for the random trivia!

Favorite Hetalia character?
Canada. Hands down. I can’t even explain why.
Although America is cool too, in his own way; Japan and Japanese culture is an interest of mine, because it's so very different; and I absolutely love ancient Greek and Egyptian mythology (because it's awesome, and besides, why not?).

Favorite (non-manga/comic) series?
Another multi-answer question. If it's written by Rick Riordan (author of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series), I'll read it. On that note, he started two new series!
First off, The Kane Chronicles, which starts with The Red Pyramid; this time, Riordan’s bringing Egyptian mythology into the modern world, a lot like what he did with Greek mythology in PJatO. There are a couple more books out now—The Throne of Fire and The Serpent’s Shadow. I’m not as into Egyptian mythology (because it can be so confusing, not to mention contradictory), but I highly reccomend the series.
The other is Heroes of Olympus, which begins with The Lost Hero. Heroes of Olympus returns to Camp Half-Blood with some new characters and some recurring characters, along with another camp, this one for ROMAN demigods. Who knew there was a difference?
Back to the question, I also like the Sherlock Holmes books (because I like mysteries, not because I'm a huge fan of books written hundreds of years ago) and the Nancy Drew series (a female detective, almost as smart and attentive as Holmes himself).

Favorite manga/comic series that you have read a hard copy of, not printed from the Internet?
Why are all these questions so hard? There are several favorite mangas of mine, none of which I read off of the Internet. In no particular order…
1) Case Closed — High school detective Jimmy Kudo, who dreams of being the real-life Sherlock Holmes, is shrunk down to the size of a six-year-old with his extremely clever brain still in tact. Now, he has to track down the people who did this to him and get the antidote. But will even he be able to help the total failure of a private investigator, Richard Moore?
2) Inuyasha — High school student Kagome gets dragged into an enchanted well in the shrine her family protects, dragged back hundreds of years to ancient times, where she meets the half-demon Inuyasha. The unlikely pair wind up working together to save the world, and even-less-likely-to-get-along people join them along the way.
3) Dorothy of Oz — Normal girl learns she is the only one who can see magical yellow road. Chases dog Toto down said road. Everyone calls her Dorothy, but her name is Mara. Plus magical powers and the characters that brought the original to life—but with a twist. Amusing, and an interesting take on one of my favorite movies as a kid.
4) FullMetal Alchemist — I can't even describe. Just… awesome.
5) Pokemon Adventures — Childish? Maybe. Good? Unquestionably. It's kind of a cool take on the whole series, especially since it's entirely inspired by the games, not by the anime. And Red is ten times the protagonist Ash is, no offense to fans of the anime.
6) various others - I'm too lazy to list any other interesting mangas I've read, because it's not like any of this matters to you, anyway. I'd be willing to bet only, like, one in fifteen people who visit my profile even read this.

That's all I can think of for now...
XionAmmy out!

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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.

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(XA: I've seen this several times... it's a very sad and touching story. I think it should serve as a reminder to us all, in some way, shape, or form.)