Hi! My name is Jasmin but everyone calls me Jay because I seriously despise my name. I am obsessed with Anime and I have a fascination for Harry Potter, especially when it's slash. Although I do like some Het.

Age:27

D.O.B: 6/12/1985

Gender: Female

Place of Residence: And why would I disclose that. (Ok, maybe just a hint. I live in N.S.W, Australia.)

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Light Brown

Most Prized Posession: My Car

Fav Sport: Roller/Ice Hockey

Fav Colour: Blue, Black, Red and Dark Purple.

Fav Style of Clothing: What ever is comfortable

Siblings: Two younger brothers, one is 25 and the other is 22. I also have an older sister who is 32.

Fav Music: Punk Rock, Death Metal, Heavy Metal

Fav Bands: Evanessence, Cradle of Filth, Night Wish, Killswitch Engage, Pantera, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Marilyn Manson, Ramstein, Murderdolls, Rage Against the Machine, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Metallica, POD, Slayer, Greenday, Linkin Park, Blink 182, Tone Orange, Smells Like Chicken, Underworld, Daft Punk,and a shit load more.

Fav Movie: The Crow: Salvation.

Fav Anime: Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, DN Angel, Howl's Moving Castle,Spirited Away, Gundam Seed, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, Robotech, She: The Ultimite Weapon, Naruto and Full Metal Alchemist. Can't forget Final Fantasy: Advent Children or Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040.

Fav Anime Pairings: Kagome/Inuyasha, Kagome/Sesshomaru, Kagome/Hiei, Miroku/Sango.

Fav Harry Potter Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Severus, Harry/Lucius, Harry/OMC, Hermione/Ron, Hermione/Blaise, Draco/Blaise, Draco/Ginny, Draco/OMC, Sirius/Severus/James, Sirius/Severus, Sirius/Remus, Lucius/Sirius, Lucius/Remus, Severus/Remus.

End Note: Plz Review for my Stories!

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE, MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY, WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO, IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES, OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,

A SOBER THOUGHT, CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR, IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED, AN AUSTRALIAN SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO, OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALISED THE FAMILIES, THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS, WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,

AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE, A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM, EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER, HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE, IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT, A TEAR TO MY EYE,

I DROPPED TO MY KNEES, AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED, AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,

'SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,

I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL,

AND WE BOTH SHIVERED, FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE, ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR, SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'

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You know you live in 2010 when...

1.)You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.)You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years.

3.)The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen name or MySpace.

4.)You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.

6.)Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.)As you read this lost you keep nodding and smiling.

8.)As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.)And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.)You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.)Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.)Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

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How wrong is this!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

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