My name is something easily forgotten, hopefully my writing is something that will be forever remembered.

高橋 Takahashi (high bridge) 千秋 Chiaki (very fine in autumn) My Japanese name.

I'm twenty years old, though everyone tells me I look 12. Funny because I feel like an ancient old hag.

I have a 19 month old son- Matteo Aidan, he's gotta smile that lights up a room and curls to make the women fawn over him. (It's not motherly gloating! Really! I get mobbed every time I go out with him!)

I love to write and am even trying to get a story published. I was considering posting it on a website... but theft is always a worry.

My two all time Manga (or Manhua) loves are Skip Beat and 1/2 Prince... I'm working on a 1/2 Prince fanfiction right now as a matter of fact, but I'm trying to finish Project R.E.N. first. It will be called What my Eyes Can See, but it's only in the outline stage and I do not know if it will be a oneshot or a chaptered story.

I've recently been knocked in the head with an excellent fanfiction idea for Kingdom Hearts. If inspiration stays with me I may make that my next project and take a break from Skip Beat. (minus Project R.E.N. of course!!)

I am already considering a sequel to Project R.E.N. I cannot give the summery because it'd cause major spoilers for everyone, just know that if enough people let me know they are willing to continue reading then I will continue writing.

Status of Project R.E.N.: Chapter 10 Complete. -I love this story, even though I'm very much technology deficient, so i try my hardest to keep on track with it and update often. I won't give up, it's just so hard to write because of how much depth and development i give Kyoko and especially Ren. Oh, R.E.N. ... how i love him, but he's so damn hard! And he thinks and over analyzes... A LOT!!

One-Shot: The Demon Queen. (Complete). I wrote this because Deddinty and Bloody Rose021 mentioned a 'Cain and Kyoko on a Motorcycle' scene and I thought HELL YEAH!

One-Shot: Never Look Back. (Complete). I loved the ending of it. It's the only reason why I wrote all the rest of it.

Crimson Memories: Has been removed temporarily. I am revamping the storyline and putting it back up, I promise. However Project R.E.N. takes precedence.

Reincarnated: A Skip Beat! fanfic I will be posting when I have the time (and a plate less full). This one I am also very proud of. SUMMARY: Kyoko Mogami is a world renowned model with only one challenger to her number one spot in the modeling industry; Ren Tsuruga. Rivals who had never before met, they are made to take a job modeling together for a famous clothing company. However from the first moment their eyes meet, things start to go very, very wrong. Memories not quite their own start to surface, and a conspiracy is uncovered. Questions regarding fate, destiny, and the truth of reincarnation are asked- and answered.

Quotes I Like:

"Writing is so difficult that I feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter."

“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”

"You are today, where your thoughts have brought you, you will be tomorrow, where your thoughts can take you."

"You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space."

An English professor wrote the words: "A woman without her man is nothing" on a chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly. All the males in the class wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing." All the females in the class wrote: "A woman: Without her, man is nothing." PUNCTUATION IS POWERFUL.

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 did not 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.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

A white man said, "Colored people aren't allowed here."

A black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was Black, when I grew up I was Black, when I'm sick I'm Black,when I go in the sun I'm Black, when I'm cold I'm Black and when I die I will be Black. But you sir, when you're born you're Pink, when you grew up you were White, when you're sick you're Green, when you're in the sun you're Red, when you're cold you're Blue, and when you die you will be Purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man turned around and sat down.

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