I'm a big, shy nerd. I like singing unnecessarily loud in my car. I will serenade anybody with some Roy Orbison. Sometimes my fingers smell like cotton candy. I'm a lover, not a fighter, but if I have to fight, I'll kill you with kindness. If that doesn't work, I will not hesitate to resort to nunchucks. I like doing imitations, even though they're usually not very good. I also think I'm a good dancer, but, ummm, some have told me I'm living in denial. I only know how to "cook" chili and eggs. I'm half vietnamese and half "white" (for the most part), so I get to laugh at asian jokes and get offended at the same time. For example, someone can say "Do you eat hot dogs with chopsticks...and are they made from real dogs?", and I will laugh angrily.
"There is so much trouble in the world...so much trouble in the world."
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the offspring of fortunate circumstance. Seems unfair...and I feel the guilt even moreso since my gratitude only seems to surface in spurts of randomness. We should all be constantly aware of our good fortune which is so largely attributed to chance and geography.
I'm a bit of a hermit, as I definitely enjoy my alone time...I think that's the island life in my blood (born on Guam). However, when the mood for having some company around hits me, I'm as outgoing as anyone.
Sometimes I dance like nobody is watching...especially when nobody is watching.
