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name: juanken
age: fourteen
birth: 21st march
email: scorchingmoon@hotmail.com
zodiac: monkey
(i wanna be cat!)
birth number:
9 (psychic.)
star sign: aries
live: attic, 3rd floor
school: saint gabriel's secondary
treat: chocolates only!
positive: drawings, creativity
handwriting, collection of diaries,
flexibilty? (no split!)
negative: forgetful, humanities flunker
likes: rain, the moon
antiques, diarying
(currently on my 7th diary!)
cats, fireflies, exodus band
magic, all things japanese
hates: sun uncovered by clouds
school, everything leftbrained
chinese, robots and manequins
science (meddles with magic)
bands: good charlotte, evanescence
the used, funeral for a friend,
linkin park, greenday
mostly metal and rock,
cause i love lead guitars!
skills: fluting, manga
hexingblessing, voodootarot
creative stuff, poetry
weird quirks:homework written on hand
walks around in attic when bored
fortune telling:
colour to rid bad karma:
black, yellow
colour to get good karma:
white, blue
lucky number:
seven (magician.)
phobias:
xenophobia (strangers. kinda.)
agoraphobia (open spaces.
it feels like something can get you anytime...)
robophobia (robots)
sociophobia (interaction.)
birthstone: bloodstone
ambitions: comicker, artist
veterinarian, biologist, musician
drawer and animator for disney
Wednesday, February 1
life is useless. truthfully.
As a new bornt bloody bodied baby, you can't do anything but cry and cry annoyingly. Well... What can you do, anyway, right? You can't walk or anything. As a toddler you try to walk but keep failing. You try to speak but you have no speech sewn into your flesh.
Once you're a child, you have to know your alphabets, basic words and your numbers. You 're still unable to write a letter or anything thus making your brain as useless as a maggot's home. You finally halfway into teenhood and you start getting tests, exams and homework.
Teenager, you get streamings and major examinations. And in late teenhood, more streamings and examinations. Isn't this wonderful...? When you're already a young adult you work even more like having to take part-time jobs and stuff.
When you're a matured adult, you work full-time instead. As you grow older, you cannot handle the stress you're handling with currently. When... You are old, you... How do I say this. You become weaker therefore unabling yourself to work at all. Retirement age. Seventy years old (about there) . You're bones are so weak and you skin starts to flake off your meat. You can barely move and you get sick easily. What happens after that?
You go to Hell to suffer more.
Gratefully happy to give you your life's information, Black
P.S. This is what i made up. I did not copy this from some other people.
I am original and shall never be unoriginal!
lost and murdered Wednesday, February 01, 2006
goodbye, disgusting maggots.
this is where my dates will be put up
sew yourself here to see what goes on in my life
the buttons're below
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