Some info on me

I like Pokemon and Percy Jackson, among other things.

(Pokemon mystery dungeon is by far my favorite!)

I believe in marriage between a man and a women, please understand, I do not hate people who are gay, I don't approve of their choices, but I will still be their friend.

Pairings l don't like,

Really anything like AshXGary

Same Gender

BrockXMay

Pairings I don't get but sort of like

Ash X Cynthia. Why Ash is like a 10 year old (I know he should be 18 by now)

And Cynthia is like 24 or older kind of a big age difference.

More to come

Time line of Pokemon the Hybrid Remade! Note assuming Ash Ketchum is born in 2000 here is the time line.

1990 Project Hybrid is started to create a new brand of super Pokemon Humans that will be totally obedient.

1993 A research lab works on creating the world's most powerful pokemon

1994 Mew DNA is found and is used in both Aero and Mewtwo's creation, however the project to create the world's strongest pokemon is suspended.

May 28 1995 Aero is created out of donated genetic material. He was given to a researcher to raise. (Mr. Fuji)

1998 Mewtwo is created and the events of Amber-two and the clones happen. Aero is shown to have very high intelligence for a 3 year old.

1999 The two projects meet and are inseparable. Due to plea's of Mr. Fuji testing is postponed until 2000

2000 testing begins for both subjects and are taught to obey Team Rocket, above all costs. Ash Ketchum is born to Red and Delia Ketchum

2001 Both experiments are unhappy with their lives. They begin plotting how to escape.

2002 Aero and Mewtwo escape after being transported for a "field test." They escape and end up in waterfall town, where Mewtwo stays hidden.

2003 Aero is teased and punished by the other children. He becomes withdrawn and silent. He makes friends with the pokemon though. Which ironically increases the teasing. He loses the ability to trust anyone, except his close friend Mewtwo.

2005 Aero is captured by Team Rocket, who burn Waterfall town to ashes. He tells Mewtwo to wait with "the old man"

2005 Aero became subject to almost every single cruelty possible. He gains a couple scars around his chest.

2006 Red Ketchum goes on a journey and doesn't return. And checks in very very rarely.

2006 Aero had enough and breaks out of that (Content Deleted) facility burning it and destroying it like they did to his life.

2006 After miraculously escaping and saving a Ralts they end up in Johto where Ariana (the ralts) gets healed along with the Mudkip, and Riolu, after some discussion with Nurse Joy Aero present's them with 3 options. One he could turn them loose in the area, and have trainers swarm the area. Second, Aero could capture them, and they could travel with him. Option 3 he takes them somewhere out far back and leave them. After some discussion they chose option 3 only to be attack by Team rocket! After defending from more attackers they become friends. and decided to join Aero, The project to create another Mewtwo is started

2006 They travel to Lavender Town and met up with Mr. Fuji and Mewtwo who joins the party. Mr. Fuji recommends doing the Pokemon league challenge to get stronger and throw Team Rocket off their scent and attract less attention.

2006-mid 2007 Aero and Crew travel through out Kanto battle Gym Leaders, and defeating Team Rocket. They end up in the Top 16 in the Indigo Conference.

2007 They take a 6 month break training, and researching etc. At Bill's house.

2008 to 2009 They travel through Johto following an attack. Top 4

2009 they meet Silver, who they team up with to attack an attack by Team Rocket.

mid 2010- mid 2011 Ash starts his pokemon Journey on his Pokemon Journey.

early-mid2011 Aero is called back to Kanto following reports of Rocket activity (he has a very personal vendetta against Team Rocket)

2011 6 months in the Orange islands (Ash)

2012-mid 2013 Ash's adventure through Johto

The rest will hopefully be filled in later.

When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.

When you were 2 years old, your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.

When you were 3 years old, your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.

When you were 4 years old, your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.

When you were 5 years old, your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.

When you were 6 years old, your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.

When you were 7 years old, your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream cone,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..

If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"

If you don't...then you obviously don't care if your mom dies.

Her name was Auroura
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's 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 crys
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 thrusted the blade
Right in 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
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be stopped, put this poem on your profile.

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying

"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 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''

"OK" he said "I hope that I 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 yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that

mommy can 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 came again 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: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady 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 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 this 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.