i will never reveal my true identity to you all i shall say is that i am a person

any way i am not really into publishoing any of my stories yet as they still have to be tweaked, i do have trouble writing stories but have many good ideas floating in my mind

i never remember to finish things on time, i have really bad spelling so i apologize well and truely in advanced

i love anything and everything to do with anime and manga

You know you’re a SasuNaru fan when:

1)You think about SasuNaru 24/7;

2)You dream about SasuNaru all the time;

3)You try to throw stuff at Sakura, when she tries to ask Sasuke out;(if it wasn't for how sad Naruto would be I wish the little bitch would just die she’s a good for nothing bitch)

4)You squeal whenever you watch episode 202 and see that the number one favourite fight was between ur two favourite bishounen;

5)You almost fainted when Sasuke leaned over Naruto after the Valley of End…uh ended;

6)You go aww whenever Sasuke and Naruto have another one of their lover’s quarrels;(soooo cute)

7)You hate having to wait for the fillers to be over;

8)You pray with a little hope that Masashi Kishimoto would add some more SasuNaru hints in the time skip;(or just get over it and let them officially fuck)

9)Everyday u sit at the computer hoping that an idea for an great SasuNaru story would hit u soon;(I have an app to work on it when I'm out and get one)

10)You think that people that like couples such as SasuSaku and some others that are not SasuNaru XP should all go to the most horrible place in the world, hell for example;(except kakaruka!!)

11)You know that one day SasuNaru would rule the world!;(really narusasu but if they are havoc sex that’s all that matters)

12)You love reading this reader’s profile (lol..);

13)You pray that somehow and someway Sakura would die somewhere along the time skip;

14)You get mad every time Hinata tries to make a move on Naruto (does anyone else see kibahina awe)

15)You wait for SasuxNaruislove to post new doujinshi’s;

16)You search deviantart more for SasuNaru then any other thing;(honestly I think it's the only thing I search for)

17)You decide that typing this up would help people understand why you love SasuNaru(narusasu) so much;

18)Your favourite colours are blue and orange;

19)You feel like you wanna punch Sakura for even thinking about the word Sasuke;(I wanna punch myself for even thinking sakura and sasuke in the same sentence)

20)You just wanna go and hug the little adorable Naru-chan and tell him he and Sasuke are so kawaii together;

21)SasuNaru is your Anti-drug;

22)You talk about it all the time and ur friends have no idea what SasuNaru is; (haha actually I keep it private cause I have uber straight laced friends)

23)You once tried to start a club at school; (I was in one once)

24)Whenever you hear the word “sauce” you add a “sue nah roo” to the end and then shout ;(oh my fucking god I did that once at the grocery store once... people stared)

25)You almost break ur computer after watching the episode where Sakura “touches” Sasuke to calm him down after using the Sharingan with the cursed mark; (don't touch him EVER why's worse is when she comes on to poor naru)

26)You were just about to explode when Sasuke left Naruto alone at the Valley of End ;(sad sad I swear I thought they were going to kiss)

27)You cried at the flashbacks they played while at the Valley of End ;

28)You like reading this long list and find it mildly amusing;

29)You have written 5 or more stories about them (ha! It be a shock if I wrote that few in one day, though I obviously don't post them all)

30)You ignore other pairings and focus more on the “obsession”;(I must apologize narusasu is my current obsession but alas kakaruka is my otp)

31)You put 20 or more pictures on ur iPod for later purposes (*looks away embarrassed*)

32)You try to convince some of ur close friends to like it; (fail)

33)You wonder what ur mom and dad would say if they found out what “it” was;(massive password locks lol)

34)You sigh as this list ends;

35)You were also screaming at Konohamaru in chapter 347 (page 10) and You were awwing when Naruto dispelled the jutsu;

36)You replayed the credits ending to Shippuuden 65 over and over until your fingers cramped...then kept going anyway

A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcycle.

Girl: Slow down!

Guy: No this is fun!

Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way too scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you. Now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure.

Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.

Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.

If you would do the same for someone you loved, copy and paste this into your profile.

This next bit here is the cutest, saddest thing ever...

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 around. 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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favourite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus’ arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile.

If every time you hear someone say "weasel", you think of Itachi, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you hate the fact that Itachi is gone, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have a scary crush on a book, anime, or game character, copy and paste this into your profile.

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

Mummy...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 crack! Mummy I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much, and please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now, and tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always 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 deserves this, mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try, I think I even saw a 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, mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to 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

Mummy I wanted to live, but mummy I must go now the time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date , I love you mummy I always have, I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you", In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would, pass this around, I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground, if you pass this on, maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart, for the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices

1) Repost and show you care

2) Ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care

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 “Dang … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”

FAKE FRIENDS: 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, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

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