| علایق: | موسیقی، فیلم، اینترنت، مطالعه، نوشتن، طراحی و... |
| ورزش: | پیاده روی |
| فعاليتها: | بیشتر وقتم تو اتاق جلوی کامپیوتر می گذره...! |
| کتاب: | آثار هدایت: (بوف کور، سگ ولگرد، سه قطره خون) آثار کافکا: (مسخ) و... |
| موسيقي: | Metal, Rock, Jazz, Blues & Classic |
| برنامه تلويزيون: | نگاه نمی کنم ! |
| فيلمها: | خیلی زیاده اما واسه نمونه: Last Tango In Paris A Streetcar Named Desire The Godfather 1,2 & 3 On The Waterfront Pink Floyd: The Wall The Dreamers Stealing Beauty Malena Seven The Legend Of 1900 Blue Velvet Lost Highway Mullholand Drive 21 Grams Bitter Moon Taxi Driver Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter & Spring Head In The Clouds American Beauty Apocalypto Gladiator Kingdom Of Heaven و... |
اطلاعات شخصی| من در يک جمله ! : | I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to |
| مهمترين چيزها: | As I drift away... far away from you I feel all alone in a crowded room Thinking to myself There's no escape from this fear regret loneliness Visions of love and hate A collage behind my eyes Remnants of dying laughter Echoes of silent cries I wish I didn't know now that I never knew then Flashback... Memories punish me again Sometimes I remember all the pain that I have seen Sometimes I wonder what might have been Visions of love and hate A collage behind my eyes Remnants of dying laughter Echoes of silent cries And sometimes I despair At who I've become I have to come to terms With what I've done The bittersweet taste of fate We can't outrun the past Destined to find an answer A strength I never lost I know there is a way My future is not set For the tide has turned But still I never learned to live without regret |
| رنگ مو: | قهوه اي |
| رنگ چشم: | قهوه اي |
| وضعيت بدني: | معمولي |
| وضعيت ظاهري: | متوسط |
| مشخصه اصلي: | مدعي ! ، مهربان ، باهوش ، گپ زن ، پر سرو صدا ، موي بلند ، پر هيجان ، کم محل |
| فرد مورد نظر آشنایی: | A bed of moss was granted she laid down with a sigh Embraced by the green blankets she kissed the world goodbye |
| فرد ايده آل زندگي: | I am awaiting the sunrise Gazing modestly through the coldest morning Once it came you lied Embracing us over autumn's proud treetops I stand motionless In a parade of falling rain Your voice I cannot hear As I am falling again Devotion eludes And in sadness I lumber In my own ashes I am standing without a soul She wept and whispered: "I know..." We walked into the night Am I to bid you farewell? Why can't you see that I try When every tear I shed Is for you? |







