IRC-Galleria

A 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 are 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..
Put this on your page if
you HATE racism..

Latasin Step Manian koneelleni ja nyt droolaan<333 IHANA!!

NYT KUKAAN EI VOI TÄTÄ KAKARAA ESTÄÄ, MINÄ PAINUN PÄIVÄUNILLE.

You are the extreme opposite to an action woman: you are sweet, you love pink and glitter. Everyone who sees you sees a totally and perfect styled little girl - daddy's little girl maybe. Boys are drawn to you automatically. But they have no respect. They play with you. It's hard for you to find a boy who is willing to risk a serious relationship. You have a lot of friends, but most of them are girls just like you. You also have a lot of shallow contacts. Maybe you are very dependent on your parents. You are always so squeaky and happy and lovely when others are near - but that's only a mask. A mask that covers all your sadness, desperation and self-doubt. One day you will make someone very happy, but untill then you have to learn to love yourself and be the person you are supposed to be.

*junnaa vieläkin hereillä*

Onnee mulle, kun pitäs herätä tunnin päästä ._."

*ei oo vieläkään nukahtanu*

Onks nyt joku saamarin uus kuu tjtn? Ò_Ó

*painuu pehkuihin*

..Jännä, kun aina kun katon vieraslistaa, siel on joku (tai useempi) 15-18v jätkä käyny kattoon mun kuvia O_O

*tuuletusta*

..but I know he wont.

I got interested in you on sixth grade.
You were this nice looking guy who plays ice hockey.
You were the 'leader' of your group.
But I wasn't into anyone back then,
I was too young.

Then, it got worse on seventh grade.
Not unbearable, but worse.
it was like everytime I saw you,
my heart bounced a few times extra.

Now, on the eight grade,
it's starting to interfere my personal life.
Every time I think of you, I can't think of anything else in a while.
everytime I see you, my heart stops for a few bounce.
When my heart starts to beat again, it beats too fast.

I know, that if I do something about it,
if I tell you about it,
I get rejected.
Couse you have your own friends.
You don't need me, the school's biggest weirdo.
You are way beyond my league.

So I stick to where I am right now....

Watching you from afar and nearly faint everytime you look at me.
I'll keep staring at you.
We have made an eye contact few times before, but it was a long time back
to the beginning of the eight grade.
I couldn't watch you back long, I'm too shy.
And you're too beautiful.
That's one reason I can't stop this stupid thing.

You've never talked to me, so that means you're not interested in me.
And it hurts, more than you think.
But I know that you couldn't care less.
And it's fine now...
..But I don't know about the future, when this gets worse and worse...
..until I can let go of you.

But I'll never forget you,

My first love.