I am supposed to write many things (maybe whole page; single spaced) about myself---hopes, dreams, aspirations, beliefs, convictions, passions, background, and interests ... that kind of thing. Man, it is *hard* to write about myself. It is!!
(NOTE: I accept comments. I am WIDE open to criticism.)
My childhood was a very happy one. I was given the attention a child was supposed to have been given when been raised. My mother gave birth to me on May 01, 1991 in Delgado Memorial Hospital. As a six-year old toddler, I bonded really well with my fellow peers. I used all the different types of play growing up such as physical fun, sensor motor games and more. I was especially prone to rough and tumble play, which was horsing around, beating my friend, and get myself, beat down. That’s the type of enjoyment where my mom would get mad because I would get myself dirty and scrape myself rolling around in a lane…
(12 years had passed)
->START…
I am many things, but as an eighteen-year old, I am not solidified; my future yet to be determined. Always growing, always changing, always learning. For now, I am living my own life without lending a hand from my family. In short, INDEPENDENT. Everything here in Korea is different from what I used to have in the Philippines. The word “Korea” on my own lexis defines kimchi, hanbok, chopsticks, red spicy food, winter, kimpap, and stinking Koreans. But when I’m an adult, I would like to live in a Korean flat that overlooks the whole city. I do not like to live in Seoul. Why? Because it’s polluted though it’s the core of their civilizations. I will put the trash in the broom closet. I am a nonconformist, letting people think of me what they will. I don't waste my time on designer labels or materialism, but I do like to wear a tie on significant days—dressing for success or something like that. Watching from the outside, I am content to be a wallflower. I am a romantic who puts love before personal needs; I am still looking for the girl of my dreams. I have stood on the Prime Meridian, seen the lights of Seoul metropolis from the Seoul Tower, writing a poem entitled “Where I am now?” Listening into a song relaxes me. The soundtrack of my life has a steady bass pulse and an upbeat tempo. I like my music loud, but I know how to turn down the volume and when to use headphones. As a writer, I take pride on the scripts I make. I am an actor living a role on stage. Theatre is where I come alive even if it is only in the guise of a character. I am a scholar with knowledge filling my mind. Learning is more important to me than the final grade. Books are my opium and I am a voracious reader. I am an environmentalist who believes this world of ours is finite. I have canoed the Boundary Waters, hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and climbed a fourteen-thousand foot peak... For the past one year, I have tried to find and look for myself and where I am supposed to be. But until now, I am still a discoverer of my own identity...