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Hi! I'm Donna Selina (it means Lady Moon, cool, huh? :) ). I love writing so much. I've always wanted to post a story to be read by other people but when I get to the middle of the story it's like lights out . . . Waahaa! And now, I've lost most of my stories (well actually all of them sob more) because the files in my computer got corrupted and DELETED. Stupid viruses.
Anyways, I like meeting lots of people. Nice people. I want to have lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of friends . . . 'cause it's fun . . .
I'm childish, I guess you could say that . . . And crazy too! What else . . . I say sorry a lot, and I say sorry for saying sorry more.

I love romance and mystery or any genre that makes my heart jump . . ? Heehee . . .

I'm fifteen--but just keep adding one year and so on if I haven't updated this profile yet :)

I spend most of my time writing and reading until my eyes turn red. Seriously . . .

Nationality: Filipiono. But I'm three-sixteenth Spanish. LOL

School: University of Baguio Science High School. A Junior student.

Music: Simple Plan. My Chemical Romance. Green Day. Busted.

Nom de plume: xabyss.of.foolish.dreamsx I just love the name Abyss. It seems dark and deep, where a secret you can be . . . And foolish cause like I've said, childish :) Uhm, and yes, I'm the same person with the xabyss.of.foolish.dreamsx in FictionPress.com

History: Well, this is how I came to love writing . . . When I was little--I was so little that I can't remember my age--I wrote a story on Teletubbies. Don't laugh, I'm serious, and they are so kawaii (cute). Then I stopped writing until the fifth grade when I saw my cousin write a brilliant story . . . She was also the one who taught me to draw. I've written love stories since but then I kind of got sick of them and gave up.

Well, I can't think of anything else, so that's basically it...

Funny: Well, this is actually a text message from a friend but I thought it was funny that I decided to place it here :) Enjoy!

New School Dictionary

ALLOWANCE - force that motivates you to go to school

BONUS - the key to pass the exam

I.D. - alternative ruler to draw a straight line

STUDYING - causes drowsiness faster than a sleeping pill

UNIFORM - where you wipe your wet hands after going to the comfort room

TOMORROW - deadline

CLINIC - home of the best actors and actresses

BREAK - most enjoyable subject

BALLPEN - device used to draw something on the desk

NERD - best friend during exams

Serious: Okay, this is something serious. Really. Child abuse is not funny. Read on if you are against it.

My name is Chris.

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy 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 speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't 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 hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against 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 me 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 a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILDABUSE, COPY THAT POEM INTO YOUR PROFILE!!

EVERY YEAR 54 OF CHILDREN WHO ARE PHYSICALLY ABUSED DIE FROM THE ABUSE

YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A
VERY BIG
HEART...

Mommy.. 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.

Mommy, 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 Mommy, when I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Trevor; 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; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, 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, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Trevor, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

In Loving Memory of The Columbine Students Who 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 your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "Try Not To Cry"

2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are