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BASICS

Height:164 cm - 168 cm (5'5" - 5'6")
Weight:51 Kg - 55 Kg (111 lbs - 120 lbs)
Birthday:October 17, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Bisexual/Open-Minded
Dating:Long term
Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
Location:Surrey, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:12:37am | May 10, '05
Profile Updated:05:09am | Dec 21, '09
Last Active:11:11pm | May 22, '11

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Myths and Legends, Poetry
Movies:Comedy, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Art:Acting, Cartooning, Doodling, Drawing, Clothing design, Film/Video Making, Painting, Photography, Sewing, Singing, Song Writing, Writing
Animals/Pets:Cats, Dogs, Horses, Rabbits, Reptiles, Rodents
Cars:Audio, Domestic, Drag Racing, Formula 1, Imports, Modifications, Offroad, Classics
Music:Classic Rock, Death Metal, Garage, Industrial, Metal, Punk, Rock, Ska
Sports:Basketball, Horseback Riding, Paintball, Skateboarding, Snowboarding
Activities:Drinking, Driving, Listening to music, Partying, Traveling
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Electric Guitar, Kit Drums, Trumpet
Outdoor:Camping, Going to the beach, Exploring
Computers:Graphics, Instant Messaging, Surfing the net

LATEST BLOG ENTRY

 
09:54pm | Jul 14, '08 | No Comments
You paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain
And the more you cut your hair the more it grows again
The badges you pin on yourself fall off or start to rust
And the more they take the piss the less people you can trust
It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath
You don't know who you might have been or who you now should be
Or what you ought to write on walls or why you wanna be free
And then you start to panic cos the inspiration's there
But your not sure how to use it anyway and no one seems to care
You're the classic all-round failure who never seems to win
You'd like to write a book but you're not sure how to begin
It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between is just a waste of breath