Author has written 2 stories for Naruto, and Fullmetal Alchemist.
Name: Alex. But that was given, so you really need nothing else. Except that my Japanese name is Naisho.
Hobbies: Singing (YouTube as moonlove123), Dancing, Writing, Drawing (deviantart! Look for NaishoMoretoga!), and Acting (Theater).
Favorite Movies: Clue, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Shrek (all), DISNEY, Treasure Planet, Stardust, Legally Blond, and Pirates of the Caribbean (all).
Mangas/Animes: Full Moon, Full Metal Alchemist/FMA: Brotherhood, Naruto, Avatar: Last Airbender (amerime), DN Angel, Fruites Basket, Big Wind Up/Oofuri, and Kitchen Princess. (Many others that I can't remember.)
Books: Inkheart, Countess Bellow Stairs, Snow, and Rose for Melinda.
Shows: Big Bang Theory, Criminal Minds, Reba, The Mentalist, Castle, Deep Space Nine, Stargate SG-1 (only!!), and lots more.
Me: Short, goofy, and easily pleased. At first I'm mellow, but can be loud. I love my family and my friends very much. I have my baby who is my cat, Tea. Please visit my best friend's page, my-dear-fangirl and my sister's page ava-bell-yan. Thank you for visiting mine!
You know you live in 2007 when:
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence
Utterly useless labels!
On Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping.
(damn, that's the only time I have to work on my hair!)
On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(The shoplifter special!)
On a bar of Dial soap:
Directions: Use like regular soap.
(But this isn't regular soap, It's Dial you lier!)
On some Swann frozen dinners:
Serving suggestion: Defrost.
(But it's 'just' a suggestion!)
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
Do not turn upside down.
(Too late! you lose!)
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
Product will be hot after heating.
(And it will be cold after cooling I bet...)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
Do not iron clothes on body.
(But wouldn't that save more time?...Whose body?)
On Boot's Children's cough medicine:
Do not drive car or operate machinery.
(We could do a lot to reduce the construction accidents if we just kept those 5 year olds off those fork lifts.)
On Nytol sleep aid:
Warning: may cause drowsiness.
(Oh no, Cause I mean you wouldn't want to be drowsy after drinking sleep aid now would you?)
On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(hmm..something must have gotten lost in the translation..)
On a string of Christmas lights:
For indoor or outdoor use only.
(what's the third option? TIME TRAVEL?!)
On a food processor:
Not to be used for the other use.
On Sainsbury's peanuts:
Warning: contains nuts.
(but no peas?)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
Instructions: open packet, eat nuts.
(THAT'S what you use them for? I had no idea!)
On a Swedish chainsaw:
Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.
(Raise your hand if you've tried this.)
On a child's Superman costume:
Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.
(I blame the parents for this...)
My name is May
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please, God, have mercy!
Oh, please, let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is May
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
IF YOU WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDN'T GO TO YOUR FUNERAL CAUSE I'D BE IN JAIL FOR KILLING THE PERSON THAT KILLED YOU! (Quote from DarkElements10) A friend calls you while you're in jail, a good friend visits you while you're in jail, and a best friend will be sitting next to you yelling "THAT WAS AWESOME LETS DO THAT AGAIN!" If you have a best friend copy and paste this to your profile.
Not responsible for any shock, or spazz attacks that may accure while reading these stories. So, please, caution is adviced.