I smile when I’m embarassed and then laugh about it later.
I get embarassed very easily.
I’m open about myself. What you see is what you get.
But I keep my pain private.
Not because I can’t admit pain.
I just don’t dump on people.
I have pride.
I admit pain.
And then deal with it.
If you’ve seen me cry, I was either very out-of-control, or I trust you very much.
I’m very positive.
I always see the best in people.
I have great faith in God.
And that makes me have faith in people and their potential.
But I see through to the motives.
Don’t flatter me.
If you have ulterior motives, don’t bother giving me a compliment.
I love animals.
To my own embarassment, I cry about my dog that got put down when I was seventeen.
And I cry about my great-grandmother who I don’t remember.
But as she was dying of cancer, my mom asked her,
”Grandma, do you have any regrets?”
And she said her only regret is that I wouldn’t remember her.
So I cry.
I do weird things.
I’ve always been that way.
I was a curious kid.
I wanted to know what it would be like to be crippled.
So I refused to use my legs for a day.
I appreciate legs now.
I like to imagine what my funeral will be like.
I wouldn’t want people to cry.
I would want them to laugh at stupid things I had done or funny things I had said.
I would want them to celebrate that I had lived.
I’m not afraid of death.
My death will be like a wedding.
I’ll finally be with Jesus.
I look forward to it, although I have great zeal for life.
There are things I can’t stand:
If you do those things to me, I will be calm and forgiving.
If I see you doing them to someone else, I will be furious.
I’m close to my family.
I have a big, loud family. Ever seen my Big, Fat, Greek Wedding?
That’s my family-the white version.
I grew up at a Filipino church in California.
I thought I was Filipino.
I still do.
I love to read.
I want to discover things.
So I will read a really difficult book, just to understand why it’s famous.
I’m very musical.
I sing and play the piano.
I pick up instruments quickly.
I write in journals and I think some of my poetry is good.
But I only write poetry when I’m incredibly depressed or angry.
I’m generally a happy person.
I was lucky with the family I got.
So people think I have never suffered.
But I have.
Usually at my own hands.
I’m in love with someone who’s no-good.
But I’ve decided to be happy.
I ramble. Obviously.
Thanks to whoever reads this. I’d like to know you too.