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His long black hair to his shoulders shiny, but still dark like a beautiful winters night, his eyes though red not evil, not good either, stuck in amazing purgatory, there innocent but can look dark, he's tall but not giant, his skin pale like the moon but with a tint of color. He wears a white jacket draped to his hips and not buttoned revealing a pink dress shirt underneath. He wears a white top hat with pink ribbon going around it covering the top of his beautiful black hair, he has a perfect pair of white shoes that shine in the night, and a long pair of white pants to fit in with everything. A complete gentleman he is, kind, funny, and would make man go gay/bi easily. his smile could light the world, and he has an amazing personality, and has a soft touch, his lips are perfect shape and size and are warm and dry. This man is known to many, hes mysterious, but still understandable. This man is someone to look up to, a role model for anyone, especially someone like me. His name is Enrique and he is the perfect man in my eyes.
My name is Shawn Doig, I'm 16 and I live in Ontario, the man described above is someone I look up to, I love fantasy's my mind works like a book whenever someone describes something I picture it in my head, yes a photographic memory. Ever since I was a baby there has been things that hasn't changed about me. I will always love Trains, My ears will always hurt and possibly bleed to loud noises/and or pop, I get frustrated when things don't work out and end up making everything worse, I will always be a failure in my eyes. Now for people who don't know what I look like (be in mind I have a depressing look at myself)
My hair long chestnut brown to my shoulders in a feminine style. My eyes are also brown, dark, and deep filled with my depressing views on things, or my confusing happy childish/or girly self. I Love being active and adventurous, swimming is my main love, but just enjoying the nature and outside itself is fun, I love drawing even though I suck at it and I love Anime and reading manga, and my story on how I got into it is different. I saw D.N.Angel while looking for a book on how to draw realism when I fell in love with the art on the cover of the first issue, I picked it up and began reading and I fell in love with the story, all my life I wish to be Yukiru Sugisaki's assistant or a Manga-ka myself. My body is small frail and weak I have almost no strength, I'm only pale cause I'm becoming anemic, commonly I wear black and white usually in a gentlemanly style I believe chivalry is not dead, I have good manners in my opinion and my personality is similar to that of girls. I believe book on "How to get women" are stupid and the reason is this in my mind.
Women are confusing and the reason is not that there "women" its because everyone's different, I'm bisexual and I know its not just women, Its because we are human, you cant create a book to describe us, each and everyone one of us are special in a good way. If there is a girl you like don't pick up a book get to know her, talk to her, find out new things and don't stop, even when your 80 there will still be something you don't know about them *Laughs* people tell me I know a lot about girls but that's not true I know nothing, I just know how to get along with someone, get to know them, there will always be something you don't agree with her on don't argue about it talk about it rationally, also get some manners but that's just common knowledge.
There is something I have that makes me stand out, I wear a bell around my neck as a necklace people ask me all the time "Why do you wear a bell around your neck?" (Pause then they add one of these) 1. Are you a cat? 2. Is it so you don't get lost? 3. Are you a cow?
Well I will tell you something for sure its none of those and they get old and annoying after awhile, The bell is sentimental to me and not because of how I got it. I actually punched someone in the face and broke his nose for touching my bell in a indecent manner, he yanked it and almost broke it, so I showed him my fury not very nice but who says I was. before I wore the bell on Christmas cause it brought festive cheer to me ^^ I also wore a Santa hat on the same day, it had no purpose other than that till my brothers friend (and mine) Daniel Paxton moved in and that's where the story of the bell begins.
A ChopstixD · Fri Sep 25, 2009 @ 10:25pm · 0 Comments |
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