About me.. I used to live in Australia back in the days, though only briefly. It's the only English-speaking country I ever lived in, though I have visited England on a few occasions. I'm not sure if this shines through in my writing style. I do tend to use "no worries" a lot.

The people in the village I lived in used to LOVE making me say "Let's put some shrimps on the barbie!" or "She'll be right!", plus the occasional "Frog and toad" for "up the road" and "Dogs eye" for "meat pie". They always laughed when I said that, not sure if they just messed with me saying those were actual sayings or if my accent sounded really funny.

GENDER: For you who wonder and haven't fully figured it out yet, keep wondering.

ZODIAC: Pisces. According to that I live in an alternate world, separated from most other zodiacs. Seems plausible.

AGE: I attend a University College. Yes, it is both. Not giving any specifics beyond that.

For all you who accidentally get lost on this site, and thusly come upon my profile, welcome. Welcome to the place where some of my ideas come to life to haunt you and pine you. Stories that will make you laugh, or perhaps even cry. If you're interested in Fairy Tail of course.

Will other stories ever be written here? Who knows, I say. Perhaps, if I get bitten by the Hound called imagination. I always wanted to write different stories. My Muse is itching to try and come up with yet another tale, perhaps outside the world referred to simply as Earthland. Of course, that might not happen. The Hound of imagination keeps running off, my Muse wandering about with a kitchen knife waiting for me to release my characters from their safe house so she can have a go.

I am not reliable like so many other writers on this site. Saying that it would lie within my reach to release a single chapter on a set day every week... too boring I say. We all need our excitement, I usually get mine through gambling on when the next chapter will be written. And the occasional withholding of chapters due to a sudden strike of grumpiness. Some people would know.

"There is only one constant in this world, and that is that nothing is constant"

I really do not get why no one steps forward and just tell me that I suck at writing lately. I just keep writing, yet no one seems to be reading much. Might be the exams, or it might be the quality of my work. If I suck, please tell me so I can discontinue my stories rather than meeting me with raging silence that can mean pretty much anything.

I am considering the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I've overreacted slightly after having a tremendously bad day. You know, when I just upped and deleted Forgotten, Realization and A Thousand Graves from this site. I had a bad day, as in a VERY bad day. I still consider myself free from any major story-writing, but I will admit that deleting everything might've been a tad preposterous on my side.

After a while I might consider reposting SOME of my older work, should I find myself being in a VERY good mood one of these days. I think Forgotten is a lost cause, though, but the other two.. who knows. Maybe.

Currently writing a new story called Married Life. While it seems epic now, it is heading in the direction of train-wrecks, so at the moment it will seem that I'll be sitting alone while laughing in a creepy manner by myself as this thing escalates.

Then there was that new chapter of Happy Days in Fairy Tail. That ended up being.. interesting. Since I personally labeled it as not good for a long while, however, the story I mean, not many people are likely to actually read it. It might suck... Personally I liked it though. Chapter three, the chapter that only got a mere five readers so far, at least that's what the graph says.

I think I just killed someone... Not in real life, of course, but in my story. At least she seems.. well.. rather dead. If I bring her back it will demand nothing short of a miracle. And explanations. Lots of explanations.

I look at a pale figure laying unmoving on the ground. *Poke*

Nothing.

Ehem, that would be my muse. She's not dead, I think. Just resting. Without breathing. I suspect she either died or is waiting for unsuspecting characters to pass by in order to kill them in the most horrendous ways. Thus this might take some time.

Reading through some of my older works that have been hiding in strangely marked folders. My imagination is awesome, up to the point where I have no idea as to how I ever thought up some of those things.