User:~Angel Wings~

Introduction ^.^
"I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled. The one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own."

Hola amigos! My name's Diana, but most people call me Dia, Angel, or Gel. Would you like a cookie? :)

I'm an ABC (American born Chinese), and proud of it! I first joined wikia on November 1st, 2010 :)

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Happy dance! :D

Wikis

 * Percy Jackson and Other Demigods Fanfiction Wiki (administrator)
 * Creativity Unleashed Wiki (founder)
 * Hunger Games Roleplay Wiki (co-founder)
 * Harry Potter Fanfic Wiki
 * Hogwarts Roleplay Wiki
 * Camp Half-Blood Roleplay Wiki
 * Paranormal Investigation Roleplay WIki (beta tester)

More About Me
Favorite Colours: Blue, black, green

Favorite Food: Pizza

Favorite Book/Series: Inheritance Cycle, Harry Potter Series, Hunger Games Trilogy, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, The Queen's Thief Series, Mangas

Favorite Subjects: English, Art

Least Favorite Subject: Science

Favorite Sport: Swimming, badminton

Least Favorite Sports: Soccer, basketball, baseball

Hobbies: Reading, drawing, writing, photography, breakdancing

If I had to choose one word to describe myself, it would be: Fearless

Signatures
Follow Your  Heart  ~♥~  05:35, March 20, 2011 (UTC)

Veni Vidi  Vanish  22:45, August 29, 2011 (UTC)

Favorite Artists

 * Within Temptation
 * Lights
 * Linkin Park
 * Simple Plan
 * Owl City
 * 30 Seconds to Mars
 * Paramore
 * Kicking Daisies

OCs

 * Selina Aureole

Character Names

 * Janise
 * Eunike

Trivia

 * I have this thing for the colour yellow (though I don't know why)
 * I LOVE Mexican and Italian food
 * I'm obsessed-ish with ukuleles
 * I collect quotes
 * If I went to Hogwarts, I would probably be sorted into either Slytherin or Ravenclaw
 * My favorite holiday is National Hug Day :)

My Favourite Poems
To give our secrets all away

Is to succumb to moral decay

For at our core, all humans know

Our souls are blameless like the snow

Like withering flowers

On spiney-like bowers

It's our souls' backbone

To have no secrets shown

Like a fence around our neighbor's roof

It gives definition of proof

Of feelings our hearts barely understand

Like sand that blows out from our hand

and though it seem like our bane,

Our secrets are what keep us sane

 Will no one tell me what she sings?—

<p style="text-align: center;">Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

<p style="text-align: center;">For old, unhappy, far-off things,

<p style="text-align: center;">And battles long ago:

<p style="text-align: center;">Or is it some more humble lay,

<p style="text-align: center;">Familiar matter of to-day?

<p style="text-align: center;">Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

<p style="text-align: center;">That has been, and may be again?

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<p style="text-align: center;">This mournful Truth is ev'ry where confest,

<p style="text-align: center;">Slow rises worth, by poverty deprest:

<p style="text-align: center;">But here more slow, where all are Slaves to Gold,

<p style="text-align: center;">Where Looks are Merchandise, and Smiles are sold,

<p style="text-align: center;">Where won by Bribes, by Flatteries implor'd,

<p style="text-align: center;">The Groom retails the Favours of his Lord.

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<p style="text-align: center;">Rain drops hold the secrets,

<p style="text-align: center;">Then splatter to the ground.

<p style="text-align: center;">The Secrets soak inside,

<p style="text-align: center;">Where they're not disturbed or found.

<p style="text-align: center;">The hurtful words of others, <p style="text-align: center;">Are held inside the rain.

<p style="text-align: center;">It's their secret though,

<p style="text-align: center;">Because those words mask their pain.

<p style="text-align: center;">The ground is a safe haven, <p style="text-align: center;">For these abandoned mysteries.

<p style="text-align: center;">And still the world fails to notice,

<p style="text-align: center;">Like waking past the blowing trees.

<p style="text-align: center;">These people hide with passion, <p style="text-align: center;">Like they'd die if it was free.

<p style="text-align: center;">But secrets will consume,

<p style="text-align: center;">They won't know which them to be.

<p style="text-align: center;">But the rain holds some salvation, <p style="text-align: center;">Holds the proverbial aid.

<p style="text-align: center;">And It masks all our secrets,

<p style="text-align: center;">All the mistakes we have made.

<p style="text-align: center;">Everyone has a secret, <p style="text-align: center;">That they hope goes down the drain.

<p style="text-align: center;">But secrets never go away,

<p style="text-align: center;">They just hide until it rains.

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<p style="text-align: center;">Walls have ears.

<p style="text-align: center;">Doors have eyes.

<p style="text-align: center;">Trees have voices.

<p style="text-align: center;">Beasts tell lies.

<p style="text-align: center;">Beware the rain. <p style="text-align: center;">Beware the snow. <p style="text-align: center;">Beware the man <p style="text-align: center;">You think you know