i never knew that reading stories, (trying) to write one, and putting my two cents in them equaled to a new word i acquired today--beta reader!. i haven't wrote an acceptable piece of narrative, but i'm passionate about reading, just not as passionate as making them. i havent the patience,nor the skills unfortunately, but i think i have the imagination.

what i usually read are "sappy" romances filled with the hero wrestling his own demons and impending demise into an unimaginable abyss of suffering and loneliness. heck if he's one foot in, all the better. he's got to be a gentleman at heart yet life turned him into a jerk. he's got to be human yet he's also gotta be a genuis or a talent with a damaged heart.

the heroine on the other hand has got to have her "rays of sunshine" moments and also have those dark and dreary days especially when she just encountered mr. perfect for her. she's gotta be a bit neurotic, a natural worrier. a sense of humour never hurt, must be eloquent, unique, charming, and most of all, genuine. one must be able to relate to her. anyways,

i love watching charmed, friends, grey's anatomy, bones, all the csi's, crossing jordan, psychological thrillers, NUMB3RS, korean dramas like goong, only you, sweet 19, wonderful life and taiwanese dramas like fated to love you, princess hours etc.then theirs the movies! i love night of the museum, both national treasures,dramas set in the old world of unequal rights huck finn and king arthur.

regency romances are what got me hooked to this consequent desire of mine to improve my writing skills(if i had any in the first place). although it was thanks to harry potter that introduced me to the written word and my passion for reading. i even read the davinci code! and i promised myself i would never commit such a crime!(anybody sensing sarcasm here?) moving on, my first favorite romance that serve as a catalyst to my hopeless romantic syndrome, was double standards by judith mcnaught and catherine coulter's (aka jd robb)wyndham legacy. i also fell in love with silk and secrets written by johanna lindsey i think. i'm not all sure. i fell in love with the above stories because of the characters and their plots. i know that it's all yucky and totally old school to be all mushy and as you all call "fluffy", but i believe that when you spend half the time thinking how utterly stupid it makes you feel to think about romance or the cynic's version of it, you really are looking for your own story.

i will always know that i need someone to love ME. and maybe i don't have that someone right now because i'm not ready for him to be loved by... me. perhaps i'm not yet ready to love. how do you love? i mean love truly? isn't that what we're all looking for? no matter how much we try to deny it. WOW!! did i just bare my soul?? i think thta will be all for now folks. good night!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 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, which was 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 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?

Repost this if you truly believe in God