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Giới tính: Nữ
Sinh nhật: 23 Tháng 8 - 1991
Mùi  Xử Nữ  
Nơi ở: Shouten's house
Đất nước: Canada Canada
Tâm trạng: Lười biếng
Online lần cuối: 6th August 2006 - 08:50 AM
Sở thích cá nhân: Đọc sách, tạp chí, manga, vẽ, thiết kế đồ họa, xem phim kinh dị, anime & anime, lướt net 3-4h/ngày, English, Japanese, ngủ và...nói một mình ^^
Những thứ tôi ghét: Môn Toán, con gián (ghét cay ghét đắng là đằng khác T_T), phải đi học khi trời mưa và phải dậy sớm khi bị thiếu ngủ (vì lên net thâu đêm :D)
Điều ước của tôi: Trở thành họa sĩ truyện tranh có tác phẩm best-seller =^_^=
Người tôi khâm phục: Nhà giàu, đẹp trai, học giỏi, ghiền manga và rành comp+net, kool and cute ^.^ (người tui tưởng tượng ra đấy ạ! :P)

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