I'm a huge fan of online dating, because the guys I like aren't hanging out at bars or at the clubs. Sure, that's not to say that I won't make up a white lie about how we've met when I introduce you to my friends...
As for me, as much as I'd like to raise hell about all the Asian female stereotypes and declare my "whiteness," I pretty much fit the bill. Smart? Yes. Short? Yes. A little submissive? Yes. Super nice and polite? Yes. Bad driver? Hate to say it, but yes.
And like a lot of people, I'm having trouble picking out the essentials to describe who I am. I'm a writer, who has temporarily put things on hold to work a corporate job at a magazine. I'm a UCLA alum, who originally had plans to become a social worker. I love to laugh and I appreciate the art of sarcasm. My vice is reality TV, and I'm currently working creatively in that process on the side. I have a quarter life crisis list of things I've always wanted to learn. So far, I've tackled swimming and guitar class. Learning how to ride a bike is next. I love Bikram Yoga, and I'm afraid what that says about me.
My Ideal Person:
I don't like limiting myself to a type of person I'm looking for, and I don't really have that many demands except that I'm looking for a person who can make me laugh uncontrollably.
The celebrity I resemble the most
People say I remind them of Margaret Cho. Don't get
me wrong, that's a total compliment, it's just
that I don't think there are a lot of Asian celebrities
to choose from.
The best or worst lie you've ever told:
In the third grade, I got this brilliant idea to pull the
chair out from the guy who sat next to me when he walked back
to his desk, and he fell to the floor and brought his desk
and its entire contents to the floor (we had desk with storage
in it, so it was a lot of stuff that fell to the floor.) The
teacher got super pissed off at this kid for disrupting
class, and the kid started crying and pointed his finger
at me and started going into this mini monologue about how
no one thought I ever did anything wrong, and how everyone
thought I was a good little kid. Since this guy was the bad
kid in class, when the teacher asked if I could have possibly
done anything like that, I said no and put my best "what
is he talking about? / look at me, I'm a model citizen"
face on, that she punished the guy I punked.
either that or.. In high school, my choir went to Spain, so we went to the Rock
of Gibraltar, where they have these pretty big monkey/apes
that hang around and you can take your pictures with them.
I started feeding one of them Chile Picante Cornnuts (when
I probably shouldn't have, but he seemed to be enjoying
it.) and suddenly he grabs my arm and bites me. I ran to the
tour guide, because I was freaked out that I could possibly
have caught Monkey/Ape AIDS, and when he asked what I did
to provoke the monkey I lied. Hopefully no monkey were harmed
because of it. And no, I did not get Monkey AIDS, I just looked
like a dumbass.
Five items I can't live without
iPod (music), friends, internet, love, and reality television.
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