BETA NEEDED- HP, SB/RL, PG-PG-13.
Apr. 3rd, 2007 | 10:36 pm
The story is slash, but there is nothing graphic in it, only suggestive language and alot of angst. However, there might be a saqual or two and they might have a higher rating.
You can find my e-mail in my LJ profile.
Thank you in advance
Noam Jen
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How to make me
Oct. 17th, 2006 | 07:39 am
| How to make a noam jen |
| Ingredients: 5 parts friendliness 3 parts humour 3 parts empathy |
| Method: Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little sadness if desired! |
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the 100 song-fic challange
Sep. 29th, 2006 | 01:22 pm
mood:
geeky
| 001. | Waiting (Save Your Life) | 002. | I Hope You Dance | 003. | Whatever Happened to the Heroes | 004. | Always Come Back to You | 005. | Shed My Skin |
| 006. | Everybody’s Fool | 007. | Walk Away | 008. | The Ghost of You | 009. | Fallen | 010. | Best of You |
| 011. | On Fire | 012. | Knowing Me, Knowing You | 013. | Together | 014. | I’m No Superman | 015. | Overkill |
| 016. | When You Say You Love Me | 017. | A Moment Like This | 018. | Waiting for My Real Life to Begin | 019. | Let Go | 020. | Someday We’ll Know |
| 021. | Learning to Breathe | 022. | Synesthesia | 023. | The Days of the Phoenix | 024. | This Love | 025. | Harder to Breathe |
| 026. | She Will Be Loved | 027. | Take Me Away | 028. | Miss Independent | 029. | Someday | 030. | Wherever You Will Go |
| 031. | Let it Go | 032. | I Miss You | 033. | In the End | 034. | I Hate Everything About You | 035. | I Love Myself Today |
| 036. | Boulevard of Broken Dreams | 037. | White Flag | 038. | Surrender | 039. | Tears in Heaven | 040. | Bridge Over Troubled Water |
| 041. | Colorblind | 042. | Adam’s Song | 043. | Crash and Burn | 044. | Truly, Madly, Deeply | 045. | You’re Beautiful |
| 046. | Never Ever | 047. | Play Dead | 048. | Holy Tears | 049. | Insatiable | 050. | The Leaving Song |
| 051. | Come Clean | 052. | Anywhere but Here | 053. | Don’t Turn Around | 054. | The Sign | 055. | I'm Your Man |
| 056. | Pretending | 057. | And Love Said No | 058. | In Joy and Sorrow | 059. | Heartache Every Moment | 060. | Monday Morning |
| 061. | Introduction to a Broken Heart | 062. | Be As | 063. | Angels | 064. | On My Own | 065. | Poetic Tragedy |
| 066. | Go the Distance | 067. | Going Under | 068. | You and Me | 069. | Beautiful | 070. | Thank You |
| 071. | Perfect | 072. | Accidentally in Love | 073. | Cry Me a River | 074. | Bless the Broken Road | 075. | I Will Remember You |
| 076. | Wrong Impression | 077. | Unpretty | 078. | Somewhere Over the Rainbow | 079. | Never had a Dream Come True | 080. | Nothing to Lose |
| 081. | Lies | 082. | Homeward Bound | 083. | Crawling | 084. | Breaking the Habit | 085. | Landslide |
| 086. | Pieces of Me | 087. | El Condor Pasa | 088. | The Sound of Silence | 089. | Rainy Day Man | 090. | Fighter |
| 091. | Live Like You Were Dyin’ | 092. | The Color of Blue | 093. | Turn Back Time | 094. | Good Guys | 095. | Good Morning Sunshine |
| 096. | The Noose | 097. | Writer‘s Choice. | 098. | Writer‘s Choice. | 099. | Writer‘s Choice. | 100. | Writer‘s Choice. |
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Jess, oh Jess...
Dec. 20th, 2005 | 06:33 pm
mood:
wanting to die
Jess is a boy he was in my year from 10th to 12th. He was very funny, and nice, and I feel for him. When I was in high school I was very deprresed, I cried a lot, I cut myself and I thought everyone hated me. A day before he was drafted, I sent him a SMS, and he wrote me back and said to me "call whenever you want." I kept calling him, and a few weeks later he again tole me "call whenever you want, sirously." I was beggning a very hard chapter of my life, and I depented on him, I just wanted to hear his voice and was holding on to false hopes of him loving me. I started calling him a lot, maybe five times a day, I even called him from blocked numbers, trying to see if he was not answering me on perpes. We talked very briefly this one night, and he told me "call whenever you want."
Then he didn't answer or returned my calls for two month, when he finally did he just told me "don't call me, it makes me uncomfortable, I'll call you."
Of course he didn't.
I wrote him the first letter a month after *the* phone call, and I was kinda bleming and very hurting. He didn't write me back. Then in August I wrote him a second letter, in that letter I told him I've started changing and working on myself and I want to know why he broke the connection with me. He didn't write me back until today.
He said we never had a real connection, he over looked the three years we set right next to each other in almost every class. He said at first he didn't care so much that I called, but later on when he was already in the army it bothered him since henever really wanted a conection with me in the first place. He didn't write it, but apperantly even the first time he told me to sty in touch, he didn't actually mean it. Then, I started getting obssesed, I know I did, I'm completely awaer of that. He claimed he tried giving me hints, and maybe I was so simply thrilled to be hearing his voice I over looked them.
He said we won't ever have a connection cause he doesn't want it.
I just hate him right now. I wanna kill myself cause all I can think 'I'm I really such a bad person?' and 'why doesn't anyone wanna be my friend?' I think what really got to me isn't that he broke the connection with me, in a way I got why he did that even before he wrote me that letter, its the fact that he said he never wanted a connection anyway. He got to know me for three years, and then just didn't want anything to do with me. I just wanna shot myself. I hate him for once again breaking me, and I hate him for once again inveting him to do so.
I wanna day. Unless I get a boyfriend, someone special, just a real shoulder to dry on, not just an on-line one... Unless I get that pretty soon, I think I'm gonna kill myself.
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I have things to do!!
Dec. 2nd, 2005 | 02:53 am
mood:
energetic
music: Foo Fighter - Everlong
Okay, here we go:
- Go over BETA'ed original piece, find a different title. DONE!! No I have to wait for the second beta-version.
- Finish a Remus/Sirius first-time. (Done on note book, need to be sorted out and copied)
- Finish the second chapter of Harry/someone (either Hermione or Charlie, or Fred), (somewhere in my head...) DONE!! And sent to BETA!
- talk about the GoF movie to anyone who'd listen, and to some who won't.
- Go over Darts Of Pleasure and make longer and hotter (since I was asked...)
- Call my national service supervisor and tell "FUCK this stupid
country, I'm doing two years of easy desk job just so I could stay at
home!" (maybe not in those words).
- Find more hot pictures to write about. I saw this beautiful Sirius/Harry and wrote 7 pages and like 2 hours. You might not be impressed, but my usually my fics take dats and are never longer then 5 pages... Well, kinda DONE!!, some asked for some Weaslycest love and said she'll draw it later...
- Find the adress of GP israel and write them about a a batery gone bad. kinda DONE! I wrote then through the site
- Make some order in my friends page. He, not possible, try too many times and it's just possible...
- Find some people to read the stupid things I'm wiriting. ;)))
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(no subject)
Nov. 29th, 2005 | 11:18 pm
mood:
Dead, at list whising to be
music: RHCP - Otherside & anything high on bass, drums & depression
It just like anything ells I started- I got so excited about it and then get so down. I look around at other journals, comminutes, a look at stories that have been only online for two hours and already got twenty, thirty reviews. Why don't I have it? I know it's only cause people don't know me yet. It's take time, but I don't care about it.
I'd rather someone tell me they hated my story then to see no one had been reading it. And it's like the last thing I needed cause my life is so fucked up anyway, and I only got my writing and my photography. But no one supports me at home about this, so I have to turn to the Internet for support and I still don't get it! I'm not brilliant, maybe not even great in comparison to others, but I am good! And I'm sick of thinking that his is vein of me, not because no one agrees with me, but because no one is even there to agree or disagree!
I'm so stuck at home, but I don't have enough money to run away! I need to be with people that appreciate me, since no one in my family does, or in my kibbutz, but where do I find people like that? I though the Internet is the perfect place, until I find out it's so big I'm gonna kill myself before anyone would notice the little dot that in me in this big global metropolis.
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The Lake Poem/Photo
Nov. 29th, 2005 | 02:08 am
mood:
Nostalgic; thinking of Germany
music: Kaiser Chiefs - You Can Have It All
The Lake
( Read more... )
That seminar changed my left, I'm glad my best work was written there.
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The Rockfic100
Nov. 29th, 2005 | 01:35 am
mood:
crushed
music: Green Day - Holiday
I really worked hard to make a list of verious songs, and then link more then half of them (about 50 ot 60 I think) to the lyrics. And now, just like after any other high, I think I did all for nothing.
First, the internet crushed and I lost the original post with the links. I didn't have to write it again, thank Merlin since it was a very loooong post, but I did lose all the links.
And now, I think maybe no one will even join this communtiy! Maybe net blogs are like politics, you need protection, connectrion, or no one will know about your blog.
But, still I advirtise where ever I can, and I hope people will come. I really think this could be brilliant.
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Dart Of Pleasure: HP, Sirius/Remus, Strong R to Nc-17
Nov. 27th, 2005 | 09:40 am
mood:
neighbors stopped making noise
music: The Corrs- Radio
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How I got to know Harry Potter and ended up extremely addicted
Nov. 27th, 2005 | 09:03 am
mood:
Neighbors making noise!!!
music: Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity
I like this story; I would go to HP anonymous just to tell it again.
When the first Harry Potter was released I guess I was more or less in the
right age to read it, a 12 year old blushing just out of elementary school girl.
Though not many people around me read it, one of my parent's friends recommended
it. But, that age was also my "I can play it like gowns ups' stage. I
started watching Oz, and listening to Nirvana and Harry Potter just didn't fit in
there.
( So how <i>did</i> I get in to Harry Potter?! )
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Money... :grossed out:
Nov. 26th, 2005 | 11:41 pm
mood:
depressed
music: Manic Street Preachers - So Why So Sad
This is such a capitalist world it makes me sick. And it's everywhere!
Fucking everywhere!
Two years of studding scriptwriting twice a week and only at evening (meaning
no more then 12 hours of studies in total ) would cost about 4,000$, and of
course that is just the studies, you need to add housing, since there isn't any
dorms, and there are no scholarships that could be given for first years. So in
other words, I'm screwed! Since that is the only decent scriptwriting school in
Israel it's not like I really have a choice.
And that is before studding for a degree, in anything. Since most chances are
I'm not gonna make it as a writer, simply because the industry here is all
fucked up and pretty much non-existing, so I also have to go to collage, which
nearly as twice, but collage is 5 days a week, and about 20 hours or so a day
(here it is anyway) and you can help and scholarships.
Even if I wanna try and be a photographer I can't, cause there's no longer such
a thing. I can take my camera and work my ass off to get an amazing photo, and
then it turns out a kid who's Bit Gates' cousin or something got the latest in
photo-editing and in five minutes of pressing some buttons can get a better
photo.
There is no longer such thing as a photographer; there are only digital graphic
designers. I'm sick of it. I've got three talents- writing, photography and intelligence.
Not one of them worth anything, unless I got money.
I should just shoot myself and get it over with... I'm never gonna make it
anyway, cause I don't have the money to develop my talent, and since none of
those talents means high rating, I'll never get any help too. No one cares
about those that need to be taken care of, maybe that's why I'm such a red
hard-core liberal; maybe that's why I care about everything- cause when I need
someone in this fucked up world, just one out of 6 billions to care about me-
no one does. Cause I'm poor, but not enough; cause I have this gift, but you
can sell it on primetime.
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What is my political view?
Nov. 25th, 2005 | 10:22 pm
mood:
energetic
I really do find myself thinking how glad I am to be a liberal, it might not be very open minded of me but I just hate stupid-Republicans. Please not that not Republicans that I hate, but stupid-Republicans. Those who say Gay marriage will cause a higher divorce rate, or that's there no connection between the 'right' to bare arm and the murder rates, or that death penalty will keep crime down. I mean come on! It's okay to be for the right to bare arm, it's okay to be against gay marriage but for Merlin's sake have a real reason for it!
So I'm very happy to be liberal, or as I call myself
I should ask someone to make a banner for that, or maybe "Liberals and lovin' it!"
( my results )
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How smart am I?
Nov. 25th, 2005 | 10:03 pm
For a long time I was ashamed of my intelligent, mainly in school, cause the fact I could get straight A's without working hard (though at the higher classes I did but it never looked like it) cause many dumb student to act like that and tease me all the time.
Then I said, fuck it! I'm intelligent, why not use it? If it was an athletic talent, or a singing talent everyone would be telling me to go for it. So this my talent, my brain, and I'm gonna use it.
( my results )
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(no subject)
Nov. 24th, 2005 | 09:09 pm
mood:
annoyed
music: Muse- Sing For Absolution
I was never a part of anything great, after a year of national service I still feel like I haven’t made any difference. I'm about to start another year of national service in a difference place, I haven't choose which yet but it can't be the last place I was at. And I was thinking- why not just get a stupid desk job? I'll be home everyday, I'll be living a normal life, I don't have to leave in a commune with only girls (a year without boys? I'd die- I need a bi-sexual environment, girls are crazy when they are alone, boys are dumb! I need the right combination of the two.) The one thing that was keeping me from taking a nice desk job is that fact that a desk job is more or less meaningless I don't do anything beside saving the work place money. After all,unlike other jobs (like boarding schools or special education) it's not like if I weren't there than there wouldn't be anyone to help, if I weren't there than they'd hair someone to do my job. But why should I care? I hate my country and the people here are so... well most of them are "so..." the others are okay, some are even brilliant, but those who are brilliant are like me. ( :-) )
Why should I give this place anything?
