![]() Author has written 5 stories for House of Night, Mediator, Twilight, and Harry Potter. Hello! Welcome to my profile... Okay, lame, I know. I don't really know what to right on this page so, it will be short-and hopefully, sweet. . Well, let me start ... Birthday: 26th December Zodiac: Rat Horoscope: Capricorn Lucky Colour this year: Red Lucky Number this year: 7 Favourite Colour: Sky blue, Lavender, usually light colours Favourite Number: 2 Hobby: Reading books, playing games Favourite Actors/Actresses: Kristen Stewart, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens Favourite Artists: Taylor Swift (English), Angela (Chinese) , JJ Lin (Chinese), Twins (Cantonese), SS501 (Korean/Japanese)-Kim Hyun Joong, C.N. Blue (Korean/Japanese/English)-Jung Yong Hwa Favourite Genre of Songs: Pop (Eng-Pop, Chi-Pop, Canto-Pop, K-Pop, J-Pop) Favourite Songs: Fearless, The Climb, Green Peas, A Song Calling For You, Snow Prince, Because I'm Stupid, Without Words Favourite Authors: Stephenie Meyer, Meg Cabot, P.C. Cast & Krisitin Cast, Jen Calonita, Shannon Greenland, Cassandra Clare Favourite Genre of Books: Romance Favourite Books: Twilight Series, House of Night Series, Mortal Instruments Series, Airhead Series, Mediator Series, Secrets of My Hollywood Life Series, The Specialists Series, Harry Potter Series KOREAN DRAMA ROCKS!!! ADDICTED TO IT! -- BOF (JI HOO!!!), YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL (SHIN WOO!!!) Parted By A Secret, a Twilight FanFic-Pictures Tattoo: http:///imgres?imgurl=http:///Uploads/files/heartshapedtattoo.jpg&imgrefurl=http:///forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/1186352/YOUR.html&usg=_lSFWSm6gG1K7GJUflFdXrYWfatM=&h=342&w=360&sz=23&hl=en&start=6&sig2=atuMcre_z3FHxEW-cZUb0Q&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=8A97XtCRqhfw1M:&tbnh=115&tbnw=121&prev=/images,CYBA:2009-25,CYBA:en:1&ei=l4LtS_PWOtGTkAWMmqnnBg Hair: http:///images/Hair/e/ed/Blonde1.jpg Girl: Do I ever cross your mind? Boy: No Girl: Do you like me? Boy: No Girl: Do you want me? Boy: No Girl: Would you cry if I left? Boy: No Girl: Would you live for me? Boy: No Girl: Would you do anything for me? Boy: No Girl: Choose--me or your life Boy: My life The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says... The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind. The reason why I don't like you is because I love you. The reason I don't want you is because I need you. The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left. The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you. The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you. The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life. A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle Girl: Slow down, I'm scared! Guy: No, this is fun. Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared. Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: I love you, now slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. She gives him a big hug Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me. In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she could live. Did you know... kissing is healthy.bananas are good for period 's good to cry.chicken soup actually makes you feel better.94 percent of boys would love it if you sent them flowers.lying is actually really only need to apply mascara to your top 's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you.89 percent of guys want YOU to make the first 's impossible to apply mascara withyour mouth closed.chocolate will make you feel better.most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing.a good friend never judges.a good foundation will hide all hickeys... not that you have any.boys aren't worth your tears.we all love surprises. Twilight Oath I promise to remember Bella 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.. A SAD Story: I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than five or six years old. The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just five minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly, "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told Daddy to tell Mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from Target." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me." "I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy, "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' "OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that Mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Okay, I came to know of this video during my sabbaticals. It is really touching... such a small gesture can really make one cry... |