Fav TV-Shows: Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, The Tudors, Beyond the Realm of Conscience, Moonlight Resonance, Desperate Housewives, Once Upon A Time

Fav Books: Iron King, Tea Rose, The Dark-Hunters, One Day Perhaps, Will you be there (Seras-tu là), Nighthuntress-series, Gone with the Wind, Pride and Prejudice, Anne Karenina, Jane Eyre

TV:

Tudors: Henry/Anne, Anne/Charles

Gossip Girl: Serena/Nate, Blair/Chuck,

One Tree Hill: Brooke/Lucas

Vampire Diaries: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Katherine, Tyler/Caroline, Jeremy/Anna

Books/Myths:

Sailor Moon: Serena/Darien, Shitennou/Senshi,

Dark Hunters: Astrid/Zarek, Grace/Julian

Iron King: Meghan/Ash

Wicked Lovely: Aislinn/Keenan, Aislinn/Seth

Greek Mythology: Hera/Zeus, Hera/Hades, Orpheus/Eurydice, Hades/Persephone, Hades/Hestia, Hestia/Hephaistos, Poseidon/Amphitrite, Selene/Endymion, Dionysus/Ariadne, Jason/Medea, Dionysus/Ariadne/Theseus

Sincerely Untrue/ Journey of the Broken Ideal: I am actually very proud of this particular story. It's my pride and joy, if you want to put it that way. I guess the reason is that the story comes so easy to me and the reason for that again is because there are so many possibilities, so many different paths I can chose from. This means that I can craft and form the story in the way that I want, there are no limits to my imagination.

Also, the many complicated relationships within this story enables me to grow in my writing, especially when it comes down to communication, conflicts and (hidden )feelings and the depths of all of this. In a way, you could say that this story or writing this is like a guinea pig for me, since I am able to learn by writing and trying whatever I want to and hopefully outgrow myself.

Perish in the Name of Passion: I always liked this fandom, but I had also always felt like I was not ready for this. In my opinion, writing for the historical pairing is a very catchy thing and requires a lot of talent and sensitivity. This isn't simple writing, there is nothing simple, especially in portraying Anne, because as much as I love her, she is a rather selfish woman, someone who is not easily liked by her peers and not without a reason

The art in writing this one for me was to have her a main character and still try to portray her as according to her personality, because let's face it, we would all love for our characters to be lovey-dovey, picture perfect, who can do nothing wrong. So what I like about writing this is the difficulty in realizing the characters, making them have flaws and never forgetting that!

Future Projects:

Winx Club: I think it has something to do wit my graduation and that this is the reason why I became so fascinated with my childhood shows again, anyway, somehow I picked my favorite show again and I got this crazy idea for a fanfic and well, there is nothing much I can do about it.

But still, anyway, I am excited about when I will post this story, because this if the first time I would try to go into a more fantasy-esque genre. I may already have a few scenes in Sincerely Untrue - if you could count it as such - but this is really new to me, since the fantasy thing is much more present. I would be interested in this, especially since I love fantasy (of course with a little - or a lot of - romance) and up until now, I never got the chance to try this out.

Teen Titans/ Batman: Yeah, I think by now it becomes clear that I am rather a serial cheater when it comes down to fandoms. Anyway, somehow, I love comics, not comics itself, but I guess it's the possibility, the romance in the stories and I found a particular love for Starfire, who could not love her, the naive, yet so very hot and beautiful red-haired alien girl. For me, she is an interesting character, because of her background story, but also the relationship she shares with Richard and in away, also because of the emotional turmoil she goes through, mostly because of him.

Personally, I also like her for her character and her notion of love, the way she is able to give it so freely, without any conditions, yet so vulnerable. I just had to write one, especially for her.

Now, I also added Batman, but it's more concentrated on Catwoman actually. She is just as fascinating and so very intriguing as a character, with her charm, her sex-appeal and just the way that she is. But aside from her confidence, it's also the relationship with Batman that makes her one of my favorite female characters in the DC universe, sure, she can be identified without their relationship, but seriously, the relationship just adds to her allure.

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 a round. 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 for ever.. 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.

Don't Blame Me - written by Geoffrey Canada.

The girl's mother said, "Don't blame me.
Her father left when she was three.
I know she don't know her ABCs, her 1,2,3s,
But I am poor and work hard you see."
You know the story, it's don't blame me.

The teacher shook her head and said,
"Don't blame me, I know it's sad.
He's ten, but if truth be told,
He reads like he was six years old.
And math, don't ask.
It's sad you see.
Wish I could do more, but it's after three.
Blame the mom, blame society, blame the system.
just don't blame me."

The judge was angry, his expression cold.
He scowled and said, "son you've been told.
Break the law again and you'll do time.
You've robbed with a gun.
Have you lost your mind?"
The young man opened his mouth to beg.

"Save your breath," he heard instead.
"your daddy left when you were two.
Your momma didn't take care of you.
Your school prepared you for this fall.
Can't read, can't write, can't spell at all.
But you did the crime for all to see.
You're going to jail, son.
Don't blame me."

If there is a God or a person supreme,
A final reckoning, for the kind and the mean,
And judgment is rendered on who passed the buck,
Who blamed the victim or proudly stood up,
You'll say to the world, "While I couldn't save all, I did not let these children fall.

By the thousands I helped all I could see.
No excuses, I took full responsibility.
No matter if they were black or white,
Were cursed, ignored, were wrong or right,
Were shunned, pre-judged, were short or tall,
I did my best to save them all."

And I will bear witness for eternity
That you can state proudly,

"Don't blame me."