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BASICS

Height:169 cm - 173 cm (5'7" - 5'8")
Weight:60 Kg - 64 Kg (131 lbs - 140 lbs)
Birthday:March 14, 1982
Dating:Single and not looking
Location:Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:12:51am | Jul 22, '05

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Humor, Magazines, Newspapers, Mysteries, Myths and Legends, Poetry
Movies:Action, Animated, Anime, Classic, Comedy, Documentaries, Drama, Foreign, Historical dramas, Horror, Independent, Musicals, Psychological Thrillers, Romantic Comedies, Spy/Political Thrillers, Teen
Art:Clothing design, Photography, Sewing
Animals/Pets:Dogs
Video Games:First person shooter, Fighting, Puzzles, Racing, Role Playing, Simulations, Strategy
Cars:Offroad, Classics
Music:Alternative, Blues, Classic Rock, Classical, Drum & Bass, Emo, Funk, Jazz, Pop, R & B, Rap, Rapcore, Rock, Soul, Techno, Trance, Acoustic, Rave
Activities:Clubbing, Drinking, Listening to music, Partying, Pool/Billiards, Shopping, Traveling, Volunteering
Outdoor:Camping, Going to the beach, Hiking, Backpacking, Exploring, Orienteering, Sightseeing, Traveling
Computers:Chatrooms/IRC, E-mail, Gaming, Graphics, Instant Messaging, Surfing the net

ABOUT ME

And the weaver said, Speak to us of Clothes.
And he said:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty,
yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in the garments the freedom
of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with
more of your skin and less of your raiment.
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand
of life is in the wind.

Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven
the clothes we wear."
And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,
But shame was his loom and the softenings of the sinews
was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a sheild against the eye
of the unlean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were
modesty but a fetler and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare
feet and the winds long to play with your hair.