So, I suppose I should summarize my life. An autobiography, perhaps. Quite frankly, as short as I could possibly make it— you will never know everything about me. I mean, who will? I’d tell you the basics about myself, like how my ethnicity is Cambodian, Chinese and Italian. Or how I learned Spanish [I am no longer fluent] before I learned English and that I speak Khmer so fluently but I’m not as articulate in English. Or that I’m barely five feet tall. How about the fact that I love Harry Potter, X-men, Planet of Apes, and absolutely hate Twilight & Hello Kitty. I could tell you what state I live in, but then you’d penetrate me with questions as to why I’m so secretive with my location— state, city, street and all. Does it really matter that you know the basics? That wouldn’t give you the right to say you ‘know’ me. But, I suppose..
Perhaps I should start by saying I was born in Indiana and during my childhood, I was raised in Stockton, California. My whereabouts will remain a secret to myself and those I trust. You don’t need to know. I’m 21 years old, probably one of the oldest people [ & maybe you’re thankful I’m not a bop] on Tumblr you’ll come across, and one of the ‘different’ ones.
I majored in Graphic Design for two years while minoring in Journalism and went on to the Hospitality business. Not surprisingly, I work at a sports bar as a hostess and when I’m not hosting, I’m creating calendars for the company. I adore having my face behind a book, not behind Facebook or a mirror. I do have proper hygiene, though. I promise. If you’re so curious, yes, I do have a Facebook. I update my statuses with smart remarks at times, and sometimes show my face. I passionately & occasionally draw, paint, create anything— whether it’s on paper, a canvas, under a bridge or sculpted by scrap left out somewhere. I love to read, write, and draw. Those three don’t define me, I have many other passions.
I have a big. fat. heart. I used to volunteer at the homeless shelter until school and work took too much of my time. I don’t believe in being unfair, even when life is unfair at times. I’ve fought against the immigration laws & won, I’ve taken a professor to court, I’ve stood up to cops, I’ve been arrested countless of times. I’ve been homeless and I’ve lived in my car. I grew up surrounded by gangs & gangsters and I’m surprised I strayed away from them instead of joining them. From what I’m told, I have the mentality as a thug, except I don’t use my knowledge for criminal activity. I’ve undergone surgery for only my heart. Never my breasts or anything else. I don’t brag about what I’ve done, though, I do vent about what happens in my life a lot. A woman like me needs to unleash her emotions, or they take over and wreak havoc. I stand up for absolutely anyone, no matter who you are, how different you are, or what you’ve done to me. Speaking of being different, I am half deaf and I wear hearing aids. If that disgusts you, you should click that unfollow button, because you disgust me.
I suppose what would describe me best is that I am a rebel with a heart. Oh, no, I’m beginning to ramble, now. Didn’t I tell you? I love to write. If you’ve made it this far, congrats and thank you.
In the words of Leslie Chow..
Toodaloo, motha’fucka’s.
