Chookie's Profile

Join Date:

10/14/2008

Pen Name: Chookie

• Location: Home and offline
• Name: Brookie Babe! :P
• Preferred language: English
• School: High School :(
• About me:

  I'm in year ten.
  I love all sports, mainly sprinting, not cross-country!!! I love soccer too! and have no coordination! :) haha
  
  I love music, sport, art, photography, writing and anything that lets your imagtion run wild...!
  
  Favourite artists are... Paramore, Matchbox 20, Taylor Swift, Nickelback, Cassie Davis, the Script, the Fray, Delta Goodrem, Superchick and man is Justin Bieber gorgeous or what?!!
  I love Taylor Swift's lyrics. My 2 most fave would definitely be... Tied together with a smile and other side of my door!
  Fave songs at the moment are, ... One time (Justin Bieber) and No More (Cassie Davis) also I totally lovvvvvve Summer of '69! Can't get over that song!
  
   Can't stand Miley and Lady Gaga
  
  Writing is my way of making the dreams I have when I sleep become as real as they will let. They let me turn true love into magic and a magical world into a whole new place to go to when I want to be alone... My stories are my life, my words and my dreams... :)
  
  I'm the oldest of 4!!!
  
  Honestly not religious.... (no offence) but I believe there's something out there watching over us and altho peeps say nothing lasts 4ever I believe things do! Family is 4ever no matter if ur alive or not, love is 4ever no matter if you have it with one peep or another and friendship is 4ever whether it be ur bestie or just some stranger on the street, u can always make a friend with that stranger and if it don't work out there's a whole world full of peeps waiting 4 u to make friends with!
  
  To all the people that have given me feedback on URGENT FEEDBACK NEEDED... I promise that asap (When I have time) I will read your work... after all it's the least I can do after what you have done for me and the boy's parents. Thanks you!
  
  I bElievE thAt if noThing is PERFECT, thEn notHing is IMPOSSIBLE. anD livE bY, 'Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery and Today is a gift - that's why they call it the present.'
  
                                                ♥_♥_♥___♥_♥_ Put this
                                                ♥___♥_♥___♥ heart
                                                _♥___♥___♥_ on your
                                                __♥_____♥__ page if
                                                ___♥___♥___ you love
                                                ____♥_♥____ someone
                                                _____♥_____ very much
  
                                - - If Today Was Your Last Day - NickelBack - -
  
                                     Against the grain should be a way of life
                               What's worth the price is always worth the fight
                             Every second counts cause there's no second try
                                          So live like you're never living twice
                                      Don't take the free ride in your whole life
  
     A poem
  
  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 endore
  
  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 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
  To go through so much harm
  But at least she died
  With her best friend in her arms
  
  If you hate child abuse, post this on your profile!! This is not my poem, I take no credit for this, I'm just another hater of child abuse and I hope you copy and paste onto your profile.
  
  Doesn't that poem wanna make u cry!!!???

• My claim to fame: Does being blonde count?
  
  If not, then... I have dreams. BIG DREAMS! Dreams that are hard to reach but no one and nothing is going to stand in my way. Until the day I die I will chase my dreams and along the way help out others.