Hey all! I'm not going to reveal any very personal information, but here's a little bit about me: I'm fifteen, I'm in Year 10 I live in the state of Victoria, Australia, and my parents are Indian, thus my brown hair, brown eyes and brown skin. My greatest passions and strengths lie in literature, music, science (especially astronomy, chemistry and physics, but definetely not biology), and photography. My hobbies include reading, writing, playing piano and flute, and I have a rather unhealty obsession with anime and manga, which I'm sure a lot of you out there can relate to. It constantly distracts and tempts me from my studies.

My favourite music/bands/solo artists: Phoenix, Fleet Foxes, Passion Pit, Laura Marling, Florence + the Machine, all of the Naruto/Naruto Shippuden, Gundam SEED/Gundam SEED Destiny and Bleach soundtracks, Lior, Air Traffic, High and Mighty Colour, Home Made Kazoku, Ikimono Gakari, Alexander Rybak, Eyeshine, The Cab, Crystal Castles, Daft Punk, Delphic, Sia, The Hoosiers, Two Door Cinema Club...and the list goes on and on, so I won't attempt to write it all here.

My favourite T.V. shows: Doctor Who and Torchwood. Definetely my all-time favourites. I'm a sucker for sci-fi stuff.

My favourite animes/mangas: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, Gundam SEED, Gundam SEED Destiny, Death Note, Bleach, Fullmetal Alchemist, Ouran High School Host Club, Vampire Knight, Claymore, Trinity Blood, Love Hina/Love Hina Again, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away, and Ponyo (which in my opinion is the cutest, most gorgeous film I have ever seen).I suppose animes could count with T.V. shows, but I feel they deserve a separate category.

My favourite films: The History Boys, Withnail and I, and a few others that I can't think of right now.

My favourite actors: Paul McGann, Richard E. Grant, Cillian Murphy, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Orlando Bloom, Viggo Mortensen, Hugo Weaving, Karen Gillan, Arthur Darvhill, Matt Smith, David Tennant, Christopher Eccleston, Gregory Peck, and Audrey Hepburn.

My idol: My idol is Professor Brian Cox, OBE. He's a particle physicist, a Royal Society University Research Fellow, and a professor at the University of Manchester. He works with the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) in Switzerland, and is, in my opinion, totally amazing. Thanks to his T.V. show Wonders of the Universe, I have finally decided on what career path I'm going to follow. If someone had told me, at the start of the year, that in about six months time I would be so interested in chemistry, physics and astronomy that I will have decided to become an astrophysicist, I would have thought them completely crazy, but look what happened. So yeah, that is why Professor Brian Cox is my idol.

My favourite pairings: NARUTO: Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno, Neji Hyuuga/Tenten, Naruto Uzumaki/Hinata Hyuuga, Shikamaru Nara/Ino Yamanaka.
BLEACH: Ichigo Kurosaki/Rukia Kuchiki, Uryu Ishida/Orihime Inoue, Rangiku Matsumoto/Gin Ichimaru.
FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye.
OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB: Tamaki Suoh/Haruhi Fujioka.
TRINITY BLOOD: Abel Nightroad/Esther Blanchett.
GUNDAM SEED: Kira Yamato/Lacus Clyne, Athrun Zala/Cagalli Yula Atha, Mu La Flaga/Murrue Ramius, Tolle Koenig/Miriallia Haw, Dearka Elsman/Miriallia Haw.
GUNDAM SEED DESTINY: Lunamaria Hawke/Shinn Asuka.

Well, then. I think that's enough rambling about myself. I sincerely hope that whoever is reading this has enjoyed my stories!

PLEASE READ.

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 5 or 6 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 5 minutes while she went to look a round. 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 afterall, 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 the mall."

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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.

Now you have two choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Girls Don't realize these things;

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'