ow yeah. sorreeeah.. i don't know where to start introducing myself. soreeeeeeeeeeeah.

anime

SKIP BEAT pairings:

KYOKOXREN >forever!

KANAEXYASHIRO >hilarious pairing!

HIOUXMARIA! >out-of-this-world pair? i-know-right

LORYXJELLY >of course, how could i forget?

HANA TO AKUMA pairings:

VIVIXHANA >i'm still grieving, because of the ending

FELTONXELIONOR

CARD CAPTOR SAKURA pairings:

SAKURAXSYAORAN >forever and ever

ERIOLXTOMOYO >why didn't they include this in the anime/manga?

DAA!DAA!DAA pairings:

MIYUXKANATA >never-ending couple

GINBAN KALEIDOSCOPE pairings:

TESUZAXPETE > i wish for a season 2!

DETECTIVE CONAN pairings:

SHINICHI/CONANXRAN

HEIJIXKAZUHA

books:

NIGHTWORLD SERIES pairings:

almost everyone:D

MORTAL INSTRUMENTS pairings:

JACEXCLARY >no arguements

MAIAXSIMON >weird couple

ALECXMAGNUS >first ever yaoi couple:D

movies:

ALICE in WONDERLAND pairings:

ALICEXHATTER >puhleaseee

PRINCE OF PERSIA pairings:

TAMINAXDASTAN >no surprises there

PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN pairings:

JACKXANGELICA >soo obvious

My name is Tiffany

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong

I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He’s already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is tiffany

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

And you can help

Sickens me top the soul,

And if you read this

and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it!

So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on!

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...
You talk to yourself a lot.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someones liver?')
After uttering a profound peice of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, 'Holy crap, this stuff is great for sugar highs...'
You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.
You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
You tend to collect Bic Sticks off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D. (no kidding. I did devotions in front of my school and read out an excerpt of someone who had A.D.D., but people didn't hear the "this is an excerpt" part.)
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D. (and it's so fun when they actually believe me.)
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of the descriptions)

OW YEAH I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING MY ONE AND ONLY ON-GOING STORY: FRAGMENTED SOUL

I'M VERY BUSY WITH ALL THOSE TONS OF REPORTS, ASSIGNMENTS, EXAMS..

TRUTH BE TOLD, I'M STILL COPING UP WITH MY NEW LIFE: COLLEGE LIFE...

HARD.. VERY VERY HARD... I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK!

BUT OF COURSE, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.. OR ELSE, I HAVE UPDATED MY STORY A LONG TIME AGO..

SORRY AGAIN;c