Ahem. Self-description time!

Name - Call me whatever you want.

Age - 14

Appearance - female :D, specs, braces DX

Stuff - hate repetition and hypocrisy, love anyone who reviews XD, loathe anyone who flames about previously-warned things (like yaoi, strange pairings, etc.) :(, online haunts involve AnimeA, DeviantArt, JapaneseClass, and Facebook.

Songs - The Real Slim Shady, Before The Dawn, I Can Transform Ya, Sexy Chick/Bitch, I'm A Loner, Haru Haru, goodness know what else...

Colors - Blue, purple, red, black, white, grey, green. Also, gold and silver and the color that gives a rainbow under the light :D

Hobbies - YAOI!!!, writing, reading, chatting, watching anime (yaoi, no less), (trying to) roller blading, etc.

Relationship - Single

Orientation - Straight, but I may be bi - not sure!!! (so sad...ain't it?)

Languages - A bit Malay, learning Japanese (hajimemashite!), French, English, Mandarin, Cantonese.

Ambition - Miscellaneous designer ( I made it up! I wanna design clothes, layouts, book covers, etc...) / writer / critic / translator.

Well, that was brief.

Oh and just in case - I don't own anything you recognize.

If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile.

If you and your friends have a nickname, title, or anything else for each other, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you have a very wide range of interests, copy and paste this into your profile.

If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile.

If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.

92 percent of American teens would die if Abecrombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their asses off at the others.

This is this cat. This is how cat. This is to cat. This is keep cat. This is a cat. This is dumbass cat. This is busy cat. This is for cat. This is forty cat. This is seconds cat. Now go back and read the third word in each sentence from the top. Pass it on.

Ninety-eight percent of teenagers have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the two percent who hasn't, copy this and paste it in your profile.

iF YOU'VE EVER TYPED A WHOLE SENTENCE AND THEN LOOKED UP AND REALIZED THE CAPS LOCK WAS ON AT THE WRONG TIME, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE AND ADD YOUR NAME TO THE LIST: Zilo Sugarpill (do it all the time), Ailia Sparrowhawk ( most annoying thing in the world). iTorchic ((GAH! IT HAPPENS TOO MUCH! wait, DAMN!)), Heartless-Are-Squirrels, ~'Vrele

A large percent of writers don't know the difference between "your" and "you're". If you're one of the ones who does know and wants to slug them, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you frequently use words that your spell checker says don’t exist, put this in your profile.

If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The 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, When I die I'll be BLACK.But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

Paste this on your profile if you also dislike racism.

No event is complete without theme music. If you have ever started humming/singing your own theme music, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are one of the proud teens/adults who have a v-o-c-a-b-u-l-a-r-y and do not limit themselves to "omg!" and "Like, that is, like, so, like, totally awsome...!". copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are odd and proud of it put this on your profile.

If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, put it in your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have laughed so hard that you couldn't breathe and ended up laughing silently while half crying due to lack of air copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you believe in fantasy, copy and paste this to your profile.

Now for the sadder ones...

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school, he told his friends that it was cool , and when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack! Mummy I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much, and please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now, and tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest, mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class, and never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this, mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest, but mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest, mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with daddy, on that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live, but mummy I must go now the time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date , I love you mummy I always have, I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you", In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would, pass this around, I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground, if you pass this on, maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart, for the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care

2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

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

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 dad 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 speek at all or else I'm locked up, all day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone the house is all dark, my folk arent at home when my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll just get, one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car, my daddy is back from Charlie's bar.

I press my self againts 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 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 an unimaginable shape the hurt and the pain, again and again

O please God have mercy, O please let it end! And he finnaly stops, and heads for the door, while I lay there motionles. Brawled on the floor. My name is Tiffany

I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me and you can help, sicknes me top the soul,

If you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgivness 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!Si I'll ask you to do, is pass it on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!

Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

Girls Don't realize these things; (this is my favorite :()

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

Found this quiz on one of my reviewer's profile, found it funny, so here it is!

Randomly list twelve of your favorite Harry Potter characters:

1) Sirius Black

2) Harry Potter

3) Draco Malfoy

4) Hermione Granger

5) Remus Lupin

6) Teddy Lupin

7) Narcissa Malfoy

8) James Potter

9) Lily Potter

10) Luna Lovegood

11) Bellatrix Lestrange (pretty little crazy girl, this one)

12) Cedric Diggory

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before?

- Teddy/Bellatrix? Uhm, no... would it be interesting?

Do you think Four is hot? How hot?

- Hermione? Hot in a just plain pretty way. I'm straight... I think...

What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?

- If Cedric got James pregnant? See, I like MPreg and all, but isn't that kinda... impossible? But if it did happen, I guess the baby would be really, really cute! Oh, and he/she could be playmates with Teddy.

Do you recall any fics about Nine? Can you recommend any?

- Lily? Uh, no. I expect there are fics about her, though. Probably het, with James.

Would Two and Six make a good couple?

- Harry and Teddy are strictly godfather/godson. Really. Unless Harry was somehow immortal and his mate was Teddy. Then... I dunno.

Five/Nine or Five/Ten?

- Remus/Lily or Remus/Luna? I'll have to go for the first, 'cause Luna's too young. I like Remus/Sirius, though.

What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?

- If Narcissa walked in on Harry and Cedric in bed, she would choke on her dainty lil' cup of tea. At least, that's what I did. Without the tea. I inhaled my throat.

Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fanfic.

- Draco/Luna. Uhm... "He is blond. She is blonde. His eyes are grey; hers are silvery. Were they twins? No; they were mates." That's about the best I can come up with.

Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff fanfic?

- Sirius/James? I dunno. Probably, but Lily'd have to go somewhere else.

Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve Hurt/Comfort fic.

- Narcissa/Cedric? I'm sorry, I have to go choke now. *chokes and comes back* Uhh... "When Lucius is gone" ?

What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?

- Hermione to de-flower Sirius!? I wouldn't use a plot, I'd use a paper bag! Anyway... "A potion accident makes Hermione think Sirius is her mate!" I got that from one of my favorites, actually... Cat Nip.

Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?

- Narcissa slash? Uhh, no. Actually I'm the only one who reads fanfiction among my friends. But I've NEVER read Narcissa before. Hmm.

Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?

- Draco het. I don't, and see above question for the rest.

Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?

- Isn't Bellatrix kinda hard to draw?

Would anyone you know write Two/Four/Five?

- Harry/Hermione/Remus? Uhh, no.

What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?

- Luna won't scream. Would she? Uhh, maybe the guy/girl's name, I suppose...

If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?

- James. Uhh... Eenie Meenie, Justin Bieber. I kinda saw him winking at the chorus. Uhm...

If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?

- Sirius/Teddy/Cedric? OMG 'this is shotacon in really, REALLY f*cked up proportions so you better be ready for hell. Don't like, don't read, don't flame, don't sue.'

What might be a good pick-up line for Ten to use on Two?

- Luna on Harry? Inspiring from DrarryLover4Ever's answer, it'd be "You think it's neat what I can see in the future? Wait 'til you see my vision when I see you shirtless." And Harry'd be traumatised.

When was the last time you read a fic about Five?

- Remus? I forget.

What is Six's super-secret kink?

- Teddy? I really don't know. Maybe that he likes looking like the guy/girl he's sleeping with?

Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?

- Bellatrix would probably shag Lily, but most likely drunk on firewhiskey, pot, crack, and other things. Orrrrrrr maybe not... it's a good idea, actually...

If Three and Seven got together, who would top?

- I sincerely hope Draco won't bed his mother. Really.

"One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

- "Sirius and Lily are in a happy relationship until Lily suddenly runs off with Hermione. Sirius, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night-stand with Bellatrix and a brief, unhappy affair with Cedric, then follows the advice of Remus and finds true love with Draco." It'd be called 'A very f*cked up story where Sirius is bi', and no one will read it. I should definitely NOT write it. Probably a really dedicated and evil Sirius fan, though.

How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?

- If Narcissa/James was canon I'd die laughing and the JKR's plot would be really, really, REALLY, infinitely weird, such that it'd be in the Guiness book of world records under 'craziest plot in the world'.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and a lot of the songs fit with the setting

Opening Credits:

Waking Up: ON/OFF - Futatsu No Kodou To Akai Tsumi

First Day At School: Sachi Tainaka - Itoshii Hito E

Falling In Love: Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Fight Song: Last Alliance - Shissou

Breaking Up: Narcissu - 2nd Side

Prom night: Shunichi Miyamoto - Caged Bird

Life: Hunter x Hunter - Ohayou

Mental Breakdown: Keke Palmer - It's My Turn Now

Driving: Jay Chou - Shuo Hao De Xin Fu Ne

Getting back together: Taylor Swift - Tied Together With A Smile

Wedding: Evanescence - Before The Dawn

Birth of Child: Shakira - Waka Waka (o.o WOOT)

Final Battle: Shikata Akiko - Umineko No Naku Kokoro Ni

Funeral Song: Coco Lee & Christina Aguilera - Reflection

Final Credits: Rihanna - Disturbia

-More proof that my life is gonna be... *ed.