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"Everything had become simple again, quite simple, the complexity gone into nowhere."

~Women in Love

About (Fifteen)

Mail me at: KnorkinBerry@hotmail.com
Aim sn: KnorkinBerry

(In a bad British accent) "Why, ello there!" (back to regular talking) My name is Cynthia Marie Frani Tolentino, but please, call me Cyn, Thia, Anka Wade Lahore, Peaches, Sanchez, Pancho Vida...or feel free to make up another nickname, I've got tons!

Now let me see...I'm fifteen years old (my birthday's December 16, 1986) and I live in the movin' and groovin' city of San Francisco, California. I'm a lonely only child, but I have a bunch of pseudo-siblings. =) I have no pets either, but if i did, I'd get a basset hound. I just adore those droopy ears!

I absolutely love my Jamie, my clarinet. And my alto sax, Ocir. You get a prize if you can tell me why i named him that! Collect here =)

Favorite Movie: Keeping the Faith
Favorite Songs: Heart of Mine~Peter Salett, Something to Sleep to~Michelle Branch, So I Fall Again~Phantom Planet, The Good Stuff~Kenny Chesney
Favorite TV shows: Trading Spaces/Changing Rooms/Ground Force, Friends, ER

I love photographs. Rollerblading. Travelling. Paint. Clothes that scream "You need me!" Giving people gifts and watching their faces light up with joy. Friends. Reading a good book. Watching movies. Watching a movie so sad it makes you cry. Music that makes the little hairs prickle on the back of your neck (but in a good way). Dresses. T-shirts. Lamps. Snuggling. The Underground. People that play music on the underground. Squiggly mirrors. Collaging. Recycling. Playing cards. Boxed macaroni and cheese. Making cakes. Decorating cookies. People that love their jobs. Weddings. Dancing. Multi-lingual people. Accents. Trees. Tree climbing. Rollercoasters. Irish step dancing. Hockey. Dreams. Food TV. Charm bracelets. Comfortable silences. Good commercials. Potatoes. Chemistry. Board games. Cloud watching. Candlelight. Old TV shows. Glitter. Mail. Phone calls. Getting caught in a rainstorm. The ocean. Sunflowers. Potatoes. Ice skating. Ice cream on cold days. Carousels. Barbershop quartets. Bread. Carpenters. Funnel cakes. Instant coffee. Street performers. Penguins. Snow. Plaid. Winks. Laughing.

I don't like raisins. Cooked vegetables. The word "fugly." or "ditto." The song Amazing Grace. People who don't listen. Shoes. Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Being lonely. Off-beats. Losing stuff. The uneasiness of talking to certain people because of the past. Talking in class. Religion class. Undecisiveness. Chocolate frosting (unless it's on brownies). People who say "my boy/girlfriend" instead of his/her name. Westerns. Paisley. Spoons. Insomnia. Being the third wheel. Bees, or any flying insects i mistake for bees. Pop-up ads. Cola sodas. Ranch dressing. Folding clothes. Birds of paradise. Vegetables in sushi. Beef. Software that doesn't work. Procrastination.

I'm not organized. AT ALL. If you give me something and i put it in my bag, you'll never see it again. If you've ever wondered where the stuff that gets sucked into black holes goes, let me tell you, it gets dumped on my room. I tried to clean, which basically means "everything that isn't nailed down gets dumped on my bed". And since now this amazing pile of junk is having the time of its life on my bed, for the past two days, I've been sleeping on the floor.