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A BIG portion of my ALL ABOUT ME essay that i liked...i have no idea why im putting this up, but i hope you guys read it and enjoy it =]
I have often wondered what it is like to fly like the many birds I see falling into the sunset at dusk, to search of home amongst the clouds and the brilliant gold painted across the sky, and to become apart of the many drawings elementary school kids create with a flattened “m” shape for my body. I have often wondered if just maybe I was one of these graceful beings made by this world’s Creator sometime ago, but unfortunately, considering the pear shape figure I have seemed to develop, and the many bruises and bumps left by my endless falls, I am sure, I was never nimble enough to even waddle properly. Between my mom and my dad, it seems quite apparent that being “light on your feet” was never part of the plan, but of course I would have to blame the Chinese horoscope for making them chickens instead something more elegant. I for one was bred to be a fire-breathing dragon-tremendously strong, arrogant, and stubborn. Maybe along with the green metallic scales, the snake-like tongue, and the malicious eyes, I was blessed with two heavenly wings; however, the pig, being my favorite animal, represents me in more ways possible than the bird or the dragon ever could. I suppose, in conclusion, to think that I could ever be capable of flying is beyond question; however, I have high aspirations in life and as a person, I have succeeded to fly.
Now, I assume I must be in some way related to Lucy Liu because all Asians seem to be connected to each other one way or the other, but if that were true, the distribution of acting talent was definitely inequitable. Being shy is definitely one of the many things I exude on first impression, and speaking in front of an audience, I dread. However, although I do not possess much confidence of being the “ham” of the show, like many actresses including Jennifer Aniston, Julia Roberts, and Reese Witherspoon, I love to smile, my “been-in-braces-retainers-spacers-expanders-rubber-bands-cost-a-lot-of-money-and-no-eating-days” smile. So in many cases where I am unsure of what to do or what to say, I smile enthusiastically hoping that maybe the awkward moment might pass or maybe the person might be blinded by my smile and forget what it was we were talking about.
As it can be observed from my lengthy ways of describing myself, I often fail to get to the point, but I have to admit, I am quite capable of being entertaining while doing it. Just ask my eleven-year-old brother, Mr. Andrew Wei Cheng. He has the constant tendency to ask me the following each day, “Who are you going to marry? Are you going to marry (list)? Do you date a lot?” I love it when he harasses me with such eleven-year-old queries because I dance around my reply so that it no longer answers his question, but instead I have managed to get him to just stand there, stare at me strangely, unsure of what to say next. It is as if I have turned myself upside down, stood on one hand, made myself crossed-eyed, and wiggled my ears all at the same time, even though he simply just asked me to do a jumping jack. But of course, this is the relationship I have so cunningly developed with my very naïve brother-ask a question and do not expect a correct or an understandable answer. With my parents on the other hand, I am the stubborn apple to their tree that is not ready to let go. Although I have been said to be independent, I take advantage of every chance they reach out their hand because it’s better to be the little kid while I am still around the house.
Underneath the many layers of wishing to fly, smiling every chance I get, and avoiding my brother’s childish queries, I possess another face like a Godiva’s chocolate with that unexpected sweet and sour raspberry filling that can only be tasted after the outside is absorbed and enjoyed. I have the heart of a poet, a musician, and an artist; of course, these I have hardly mastered, but I am in the process of developing. With a simple Pilot Super Grip 0.5 lead pencil and a piece of turquoise lined, college-ruled notebook paper in hand, I scribble out a flow of words and phrases that combine to form a sonnet, a free-verse poem, or a haiku. My inspiration comes from the beautiful plays of Shakespeare, the complexity of Emily Dickinson, the humor of Lewis Carroll, and the short but sweet Shel Silverstein. Often times, my pieces signify my rainbow of emotions and my chaotic world, but mainly I write because it is my passion. From the chirping of my flute to the strumming of my dad’s guitar to the ringing of the piano, my home has become a green and white music box sitting in the circular parameters of our cul-de-sac. Within our family, music has always been a large part of growing up, and for me, I have been well acquainted with the piano for ten years and the flute for seven. I have become attached to producing music, and it has become a part of me. As an artist, I am like one of Picasso’s paintings, a clash and a mixture of everything. Pastels, watercolors, colored pencils, crayons, charcoal, chalk, paint, and markers are the gist of my artistic stories, but I always would rather start with the basic rough sketch-pencil, eraser, and printer paper. My pieces are wild, crazy, and colorful-three words that best describe my personality. Overall, poetry has grasped the deepest thoughts of my mind, music has unfolded my inner emotions, and art has taken every bit of me and displayed it to the world.
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