This about page gives me the illusion of importance, like i’m someone worthy enough to own a page all about myself! And one day hopefully i will, but now please accept my first humble ‘about’, a little piece of me to chomp on, my quaint self introduction.
Even at the age of 19, i have problems telling you exactly who i am. I’m patient, except towards kids and repetitions; i’m caring and concerned, except when i’m annoyed; i like quiet, but i can’t bear it when there’s too much silence between 2 people; i like listening, i like conversations, i like music, i like dogs, but i hate it when they lick me. Contradictions after contradictions of listing myself led me to believe one can never sum themselves up in an entire book, there’s always more to add about yourself, more to tell because nothing meets the eye. This is why i really love my name xiao. I feel like it sums my entire being up in one word, but of course that’s ridiculous. What does ‘xiao’ even mean in english? (and no, i do not base it on its chinese meaning)
It might sound unusual, but i don’t think i’m destined for greatness. Perhaps it’s my character, or perhaps i don’t really want to achieve greatness for myself. However, I know i love to help (most of the time) and i want to be the person behind greatness. I guess i’m the supporting character of each and every book i help to write. It’s not wrong to want to be behind the scenes =) At least i know i can take pride in being the wall people fall on.
Then again, i can’t bear the thought of being a secretary. Hmm?
In many ways i’m a hopeless kid. I can bake cookies, but fail in any other culinary ventures (in my defense, i haven’t went on many ventures yet!); i don’t wash my own clothes (yet), i don’t have to do chores (yet), and i’ve never had to work hard for anything except exams, which if you’ve seen the way i study you won’t say it’s particularly a chore for me. Of course i’m curbing this complacency! Stop looking at me like that!!
I appear to share a lot of myself, because sometimes i do talk for days on end, but when you think about it, i’ve shared nothing of what i really think at all. I’m too cautious, too sensitive, too wary and too uptight. I’m a spring that was wrung too tight, but i’m also hard as hell to surprise (which nicolai will testify =P)
My life is filled with sound effects =)
I’ve written enough to fill a page, which is definitely good enough for a first introduction. Enjoy if you read me, and i hope you come back often. I hope i write enough accidental jewels to spark at least one of your days
