lol yea this isn't going to be short at all.
so...yea here's the info you stalkers would want to know lol (;
Name: Natasha (but nata is fine)
Gender: Female (duh)
Age: 17 (10th July)
Location: uh, i live in hong kong, but i go to uk boarding school
Current projects: i actually have a lot, but the ones i have on webook are claire (redwood), Kerri (finished), Kerri2 (sequel), Kirby, Why?.. (co-writing with Zhalia_x) and You Can't Be Serious
um...i don't know what else to say, actually.
Randoms?
Favourite colour(s): Purple, green, silver, black
Favourite tv series: Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, Lost, Heroes, CSI:NY, Castle, True Blood, How I Met Your Mother, Fringe, White Collar, Criminal Minds (there are so much more...) oh and FRIENDS. haha i love them.
Religious views: christian/agnostic.
My favourite question of all time: the guy who discovered milk...what the hell was he doing with the cow?
What I like to do in my spare time: read, write, listen to music
umm that's all. i think.
cheers
nata l. x

I have facebook...add me?
http://www.facebook.com/07natasha.l

p.s. btw if i don't accept your project invites it's not cos' i'm trying to be mean or antisocial or whatever, it's because i may not have time to read/comment/feedback on them all, and that they may not exactly be my genre...sorry ): x

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║ (o)║♥♫Music is My Life♫
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i love music. i listen to quite a wide range of music though so i can't name any bands or singers or anyth like that. but seriously...i might go crazy without music. the only thing i need is good earphones that have soft earbuds that last a LONG time because i listen to music for  up to 6 hrs straight each day while i'm working :/ Yeah...i'm going deaf when I get old lol

Definition: Writer- A person who creates with words vast worlds either through facts or pure imagination. A true writer that is committed to his/her work writes with their heart in order to bring what is truly their spirit to life.  <-- PASTE THIS INTO YOUR PAGE IF YOU ARE SOMEONE THAT WRITES FROM THE HEART♥

I'm against sexism.

I'm against homophobia.

I'm against racism:
The white man said, "Coloured 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 coloured?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.

I'm against child (or any other kind of) abuse:
Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrust the blade
Right into her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms