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Created on 2006-09-10 11:44:37 (#11112427), last updated 2008-12-31

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Name:	xx_bruised
Birthdate:	1989

Bio

littlekfru is such an amazing and talented graphic designer who patiently helped me a lot.

About Me
18-year-old. 2nd year at faculty of medicine soooo :SS Punk Rock Princess. *thank you*

What I Adore
My Family: My mom, my dad and my sister. <33 My other relatives. My real friends, those who love me and care about me. Anything related to Green Day. Billie Joe Armstrong. Jack London. Martin Eden.

My Music
GREEN DAY. The Network. The Strokes. Garbage. Oasis. Robbie Williams. Jimmy Eat World. Weezer. Good Charlotte. Ashlee Simpson. Blink-182. Coldplay. Linkin Park. Daniel Powter. Damien Rice. No Doubt. The Doors.

My TV
The Scrubs. How I Met Your Mother. Everybody Loves Raymond. Without A Trace. CSI:NY. Sponge Bob Square Pants! The Simpsons.

What I Like
Music. Movies. Icons. Spending time with my photoshop. Hugs. Kittens. Winter.

What I Don’t Like
Spoilt little brads. Wannabes. MCR. Supposed-to-be-friends who do nothing but try to make me mad. People who don’t care. People who think they’re so goddamn perfect. People who don’t bother to comment my entries. People who swear a lot  People who say “fucking this & fuckin’ that” all the time, to be cool or something. Camwhores. Myspace.

And while Martin told him, he was busy studying Brissenden, ranging
from a long, lean, aristocratic face and drooping shoulders to the
overcoat on a neighboring chair, its pockets sagged and bulged by
the freightage of many books. Brissenden's face and long, slender
hands were browned by the sun - excessively browned, Martin
thought. This sunburn bothered Martin. It was patent that
Brissenden was no outdoor man. Then how had he been ravaged by the
sun? Something morbid and significant attached to that sunburn,
was Martin's thought as he returned to a study of the face, narrow,
with high cheek-bones and cavernous hollows, and graced with as
delicate and fine an aquiline nose as Martin had ever seen. There
was nothing remarkable about the size of the eyes. They were
neither large nor small, while their color was a nondescript brown;
but in them smouldered a fire, or, rather, lurked an expression
dual and strangely contradictory. Defiant, indomitable, even harsh
to excess, they at the same time aroused pity. Martin found
himself pitying him he knew not why, though he was soon to learn.

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